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 Hungary and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Donald Fagen 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 FM Einheit to the electroclash 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Lalann,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eurythmics,
Gregory Isaacs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Livin' Joy,
Black Moon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Neu!,
T. Rex,
Rapeman,
Tim Buckley,
PIL,
Urselle,
Glenn Branca,
The Invisible,
Ultra Naté,
June of 44,
Mars,
The Kinks,
Danielle Patucci,
The Move,
Howard Jones,
The Tremeloes,
Motorama,
The Searchers,
Blake Baxter,
Ronnie Foster,
Average White Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alice Coltrane,
Jandek,
The Five Americans,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Litter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chris Corsano,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Names,
The Black Dice,
Scott Walker,
Flipper,
Panda Bear,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Monks,
Nirvana,
Ornette Coleman,
Janne Schatter,
Bush Tetras,
The Vogues,
Essential Logic,
Echospace,
Ten City,
Surgeon,
Blossom Toes,
The Golliwogs,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.