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 Afghanistan and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Visage to the disco 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cymande,
Popol Vuh,
Bill Near,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Human League,
The Neon Judgement,
The Music Machine,
Urselle,
Panda Bear,
Sandy B,
Subhumans,
Excepter,
Infiniti,
Spandau Ballet,
the Sonics,
The Angels of Light,
The Skatalites,
Das Ding,
Sex Pistols,
Franke,
Skriet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sun City Girls,
Eric Copeland,
Susan Cadogan,
Cameo,
Symarip,
Yazoo,
Archie Shepp,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Essential Logic,
The Trojans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Five Americans,
One Last Wish,
Grauzone,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
T.S.O.L.,
Minor Threat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Anakelly,
Roxette,
Icehouse,
Ossler,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Knickerbockers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rhythm & Sound,
Al Stewart,
Judy Mowatt,
The Misunderstood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bluetip,
Erasure,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rites of Spring,
Rakim,
Alphaville,
The Gun Club,
The Black Dice,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.