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 Canada and from New York.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Barracudas to the grunge 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Franke,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Selecter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bluetip,
Kevin Saunderson,
Japan,
Goldenarms,
The Star Department,
Heaven 17,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sexual Harrassment,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dark Day,
Traffic Nightmare,
Blossom Toes,
Darondo,
Sam Rivers,
the Normal,
The Remains,
Can,
The Index,
the Germs,
Colin Newman,
The Wake,
Drexciya,
Youth Brigade,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Pus,
The Music Machine,
Organ,
Lyres,
Rapeman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Popol Vuh,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Cale,
Donny Hathaway,
Sugar Minott,
The Human League,
Barrington Levy,
The Litter,
Q and Not U,
Ludus,
Ituana,
The Saints,
Gang Starr,
Angry Samoans,
MC5,
Gichy Dan,
Chris Corsano,
Byron Stingily,
Bob Dylan,
the Human League,
Tommy Roe,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.