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 Andorra and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Essential Logic to the punk 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
T. Rex,
Brick,
Jeff Lynne,
Moss Icon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kerri Chandler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wire,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Last Poets,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Byrd,
Aaron Thompson,
The Saints,
In Retrospect,
Mars,
Lalann,
The Fugs,
Johnny Clarke,
Quantec,
Dual Sessions,
Hot Snakes,
Underground Resistance,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The New Christs,
Kenny Larkin,
Ken Boothe,
UT,
Colin Newman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Funky Four + One,
Loose Ends,
Todd Rundgren,
Prince Buster,
Grey Daturas,
The Names,
Marine Girls,
Theoretical Girls,
Magazine,
Chris & Cosey,
The Slackers,
David Bowie,
Howard Jones,
K-Klass,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Malaria!,
Judy Mowatt,
Subhumans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang Starr,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ice-T,
The Martian,
Kayak,
The Zeros,
Carl Craig,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Red Krayola,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Smoke,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.