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 Toronto.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Black Sheep to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Royal Trux,
the Germs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Monks,
Au Pairs,
Juan Atkins,
Cal Tjader,
Rapeman,
Lower 48,
Pylon,
Joey Negro,
Pharoah Sanders,
Liliput,
Joy Division,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Funkadelic,
Eric Copeland,
Mad Mike,
Grandmaster Flash,
DJ Style,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mandrill,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marc Almond,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minutemen,
Letta Mbulu,
Spandau Ballet,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gun Club,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yazoo,
Dual Sessions,
The Barracudas,
Smog,
The Dirtbombs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ossler,
The Remains,
Icehouse,
Desert Stars,
Agent Orange,
Throbbing Gristle,
Swans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Make Up,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Skarface,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Motions,
Sex Pistols,
Skaos,
Magazine,
Sällskapet,
Von Mondo,
Bronski Beat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Heaven 17,
Cluster,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.