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 Austria and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the jazz 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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
the Normal,
R.M.O.,
Alton Ellis,
The Barracudas,
Mr. Review,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Godley & Creme,
Howard Jones,
Rod Modell,
The J.B.'s,
The Fuzztones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fad Gadget,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Girls At Our Best!,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Womack,
Moebius,
The Detroit Cobras,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bob Dylan,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soft Machine,
Rakim,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultravox,
Byron Stingily,
EPMD,
Radiohead,
LL Cool J,
Grauzone,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mission of Burma,
Eric Dolphy,
Theoretical Girls,
World's Most,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eurythmics,
Dawn Penn,
The Velvet Underground,
JFA,
Flamin' Groovies,
KRS-One,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Junior Murvin,
Shuggie Otis,
John Coltrane,
Gang Starr,
June Days,
Los Fastidios,
Pantytec,
The Modern Lovers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Half Japanese,
Goldenarms,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.