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 Guatemala and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Mars to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joy Division,
Cluster,
Mad Mike,
The Mummies,
Hardrive,
Niagra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Neu!,
Nation of Ulysses,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Pus,
Icehouse,
Camouflage,
Metal Thangz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Monochrome Set,
Stiv Bators,
The American Breed,
Agitation Free,
The Misunderstood,
Average White Band,
The Angels of Light,
The Trojans,
Lee Hazlewood,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lucky Dragons,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Victims,
Kerri Chandler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bluetip,
Freddie Wadling,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joe Finger,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
PIL,
The Sound,
DNA,
The Residents,
Pole,
Buzzcocks,
the Bar-Kays,
Index,
Hasil Adkins,
T. Rex,
Rotary Connection,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minor Threat,
Alton Ellis,
Technova,
T.S.O.L.,
Jandek,
The Gories,
Tubeway Army,
The Buckinghams,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.