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 Kenya and from Spokane.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tropical Tobacco to the funk 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Mr. Review,
The Happenings,
Make Up,
Black Flag,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Foxx,
Country Teasers,
E-Dancer,
Popol Vuh,
The United States of America,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pere Ubu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Toasters,
Fatback Band,
Soft Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Donald Byrd,
Dave Gahan,
The Last Poets,
Brass Construction,
Kenny Larkin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Magma,
Tubeway Army,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultimate Spinach,
DJ Sneak,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Standells,
Gastr Del Sol,
Andrew Hill,
Lindisfarne,
The New Christs,
Magazine,
Heaven 17,
The Pop Group,
Duran Duran,
Q and Not U,
The Star Department,
Judy Mowatt,
The Monochrome Set,
The Neon Judgement,
Lightning Bolt,
Davy DMX,
Lou Christie,
Nirvana,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tomorrow,
Bluetip,
Von Mondo,
The Cowsills,
Lalann,
Audionom,
Half Japanese,
Sun Ra,
June of 44,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.