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 Moldova and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 Harpers Bizarre to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Rotary Connection,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fire Engines,
One Last Wish,
R.M.O.,
The Blackbyrds,
Jandek,
Sandy B,
The Cure,
Slick Rick,
Dave Gahan,
Popol Vuh,
Stereo Dub,
Massinfluence,
OOIOO,
The Skatalites,
Derrick May,
Sex Pistols,
Gong,
Guru Guru,
Joy Division,
Severed Heads,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hot Snakes,
Black Sheep,
The Walker Brothers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amon Düül,
Minnie Riperton,
Subhumans,
Animal Collective,
Delta 5,
Gang Starr,
Lindisfarne,
June Days,
Johnny Clarke,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultra Naté,
Easy Going,
Excepter,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sound Behaviour,
Livin' Joy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
ABBA,
The Saints,
Man Parrish,
John Holt,
Stetsasonic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lower 48,
Fugazi,
Bootsy Collins,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.