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 Malawi and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 Eve St. Jones to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Clear Light,
The Monochrome Set,
Main Source,
John Holt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Malaria!,
The Moody Blues,
James White and The Blacks,
Prince Buster,
Rod Modell,
Cameo,
Cal Tjader,
Cybotron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Barracudas,
Junior Murvin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stetsasonic,
One Last Wish,
Sonic Youth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kurtis Blow,
Toni Rubio,
The Gladiators,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barry Ungar,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fugs,
Suicide,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
U.S. Maple,
Josef K,
London Community Gospel Choir,
ABBA,
the Swans,
Mo-Dettes,
Lakeside,
Bush Tetras,
The Happenings,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Janne Schatter,
John Lydon,
Derrick May,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
David Bowie,
Skarface,
The Seeds,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Sheep,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Newcleus,
Bobby Byrd,
JFA,
The Angels of Light,
June Days,
Underground Resistance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.