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 Kazakhstan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 Bluetip to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Iggy Pop,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joyce Sims,
The Cure,
The American Breed,
Sandy B,
The Dirtbombs,
Eric Copeland,
Wasted Youth,
Grauzone,
Country Teasers,
The Pretty Things,
John Lydon,
The Last Poets,
Bobbi Humphrey,
kango's stein massive,
PIL,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultravox,
Deakin,
Fluxion,
Spandau Ballet,
Zero Boys,
Urselle,
Mad Mike,
Susan Cadogan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fuzztones,
Crime,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alton Ellis,
Ten City,
Swell Maps,
Prince Buster,
The Black Dice,
Gang of Four,
Moebius,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
FM Einheit,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hot Snakes,
The United States of America,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nico,
Letta Mbulu,
Kas Product,
The Motions,
Juan Atkins,
Warsaw,
Sam Rivers,
Sound Behaviour,
Rod Modell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Angry Samoans,
Sister Nancy,
China Crisis,
Fear,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.