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 Korea South and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Moleskins to the dance 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
ABBA,
Oblivians,
The Slackers,
Hoover,
CMW,
The Buckinghams,
The Golliwogs,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Saints,
Howard Jones,
The Pretty Things,
The American Breed,
The Barracudas,
Connie Case,
Laurel Aitken,
The Moleskins,
The Residents,
Hashim,
In Retrospect,
Gichy Dan,
Drive Like Jehu,
World's Most,
Suburban Knight,
Susan Cadogan,
The Invisible,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Flag,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bronski Beat,
The Slits,
The Cramps,
Saccharine Trust,
The Index,
Sonic Youth,
Camberwell Now,
the Germs,
Steve Hackett,
Deepchord,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Standells,
Clear Light,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Magma,
Scott Walker,
X-Ray Spex,
The Litter,
Fluxion,
Ultra Naté,
Kevin Saunderson,
Radio Birdman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Zapp,
James White and The Blacks,
Parry Music,
B.T. Express,
Whodini,
Mantronix,
Flash Fearless,
The Birthday Party,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.