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 Albania and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the dance 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Tim Buckley,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Essential Logic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aaron Thompson,
Silicon Teens,
John Lydon,
Fluxion,
Electric Prunes,
The Five Americans,
Henry Cow,
Oblivians,
The United States of America,
Von Mondo,
AZ,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Byrd,
The Busters,
Tubeway Army,
Basic Channel,
Section 25,
John Holt,
Mark Hollis,
Graham Central Station,
FM Einheit,
Skaos,
Aural Exciters,
Fugazi,
Surgeon,
The Fire Engines,
KRS-One,
Sonny Sharrock,
La Düsseldorf,
Kayak,
Mary Jane Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gories,
Wings,
The Blackbyrds,
Tears for Fears,
CMW,
Robert Hood,
Television,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jerry's Kids,
Brothers Johnson,
Sound Behaviour,
Ronnie Foster,
Moss Icon,
OOIOO,
Agent Orange,
Bill Wells,
John Coltrane,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.