Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ireland and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Mojo Men to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Boz Scaggs,
Pylon,
The Real Kids,
Ten City,
Little Man,
Arab on Radar,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Monks,
Icehouse,
The Zeros,
Siglo XX,
MDC,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Coltrane,
Ultra Naté,
Junior Murvin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Wake,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Section 25,
Sam Rivers,
Sixth Finger,
Lebanon Hanover,
Angry Samoans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rotary Connection,
Reagan Youth,
The Birthday Party,
Skarface,
Susan Cadogan,
Juan Atkins,
June Days,
F. McDonald,
Idris Muhammad,
Public Enemy,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Sherman,
The Mojo Men,
Neil Young,
The New Christs,
Slick Rick,
The Fortunes,
Grauzone,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bush Tetras,
Sun Ra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Victims,
The Electric Prunes,
Morten Harket,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Blackbyrds,
Marc Almond,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.