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 Latvia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
The Seeds,
Flipper,
The Names,
Nas,
The Associates,
Trumans Water,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dark Day,
cv313,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
KRS-One,
Rites of Spring,
Kayak,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Human League,
Subhumans,
Severed Heads,
The Fugs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
U.S. Maple,
Wings,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Drive Like Jehu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yellowson,
The Fire Engines,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deepchord,
The Cure,
Maleditus Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lalo Schifrin,
Index,
The Monks,
John Foxx,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minnie Riperton,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Slave,
the Soft Cell,
Desert Stars,
Erykah Badu,
Television,
The J.B.'s,
David Axelrod,
Eric B and Rakim,
MC5,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Metal Thangz,
Joe Finger,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.