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 El Salvador and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Stetsasonic to the dance 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bronski Beat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alice Coltrane,
Talk Talk,
Thompson Twins,
Chris & Cosey,
Echospace,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scratch Acid,
Blake Baxter,
Cluster,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric Copeland,
DJ Sneak,
Intrusion,
Yusef Lateef,
Jacob Miller,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The American Breed,
Clear Light,
The Modern Lovers,
John Foxx,
Gil Scott Heron,
Man Parrish,
The Trojans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Blackbyrds,
Skaos,
Babytalk,
Sound Behaviour,
Cameo,
Matthew Bourne,
Hasil Adkins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Easy Going,
Eddi Front,
Darondo,
The Wake,
Banda Bassotti,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Swans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bad Manners,
Anthony Braxton,
Outsiders,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Glambeats Corp.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fatback Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Section 25,
Depeche Mode,
Dennis Brown,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fugazi,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.