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 Spain and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dave Gahan 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jerry's Kids,
Scan 7,
The Smoke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jimmy McGriff,
Thompson Twins,
Sun Ra,
Fad Gadget,
Grey Daturas,
Inner City,
Rites of Spring,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Glenn Branca,
Graham Central Station,
Visage,
Donny Hathaway,
Josef K,
The Barracudas,
Black Moon,
Swans,
Model 500,
The Monochrome Set,
Crooked Eye,
Echospace,
Althea and Donna,
Derrick Morgan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scrapy,
Mark Hollis,
Rosa Yemen,
Sarah Menescal,
Matthew Halsall,
The Move,
Lower 48,
Spoonie Gee,
Bauhaus,
Livin' Joy,
Magma,
Erykah Badu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Young Marble Giants,
Urselle,
Arthur Verocai,
Wire,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
B.T. Express,
Popol Vuh,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Boogie Down Productions,
48th St. Collective,
Throbbing Gristle,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
R.M.O.,
Tom Boy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.