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 Serbia and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Move to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Jerry's Kids,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Walker Brothers,
Groovy Waters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
One Last Wish,
Average White Band,
The Misunderstood,
Ten City,
Thee Headcoats,
The Neon Judgement,
Organ,
New Age Steppers,
Tomorrow,
Skriet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joensuu 1685,
Rites of Spring,
Roger Hodgson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cecil Taylor,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bluetip,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Trojans,
Alphaville,
the Human League,
Das Ding,
Sexual Harrassment,
James White and The Blacks,
Cymande,
Rhythm & Sound,
Y Pants,
Piero Umiliani,
Andrew Hill,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moby Grape,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kenny Larkin,
the Slits,
Bobby Sherman,
Sound Behaviour,
Mission of Burma,
Henry Cow,
The Grass Roots,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Technova,
E-Dancer,
The Barracudas,
Tom Boy,
Susan Cadogan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Circle Jerks,
Rakim,
the Sonics,
Yazoo,
Aswad,
Josef K,
David Axelrod,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.