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 Micronesia and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Seeds to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
The Electric Prunes,
Con Funk Shun,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jacob Miller,
Radiohead,
Scan 7,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aswad,
Lee Hazlewood,
Swans,
Josef K,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minutemen,
World's Most,
Subhumans,
Flipper,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Circle Jerks,
John Foxx,
The Offenders,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
June of 44,
Blake Baxter,
The Techniques,
This Heat,
Moebius,
Altered Images,
The Residents,
Brand Nubian,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Byrd,
Royal Trux,
Ronnie Foster,
Albert Ayler,
Von Mondo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yazoo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Mummies,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Masters at Work,
Rekid,
Kerri Chandler,
X-102,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pole,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Popol Vuh,
Byron Stingily,
The Invisible,
Toni Rubio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Magma,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mission of Burma,
New Order,
Hasil Adkins,
Drexciya,
Fugazi,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.