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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bill Near to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Dead Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scientists,
Dave Gahan,
Donny Hathaway,
PIL,
The Divine Comedy,
Lungfish,
Cal Tjader,
Visage,
The Cowsills,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hot Snakes,
John Foxx,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Byrd,
Soulsonic Force,
Robert Wyatt,
Duran Duran,
Andrew Hill,
R.M.O.,
The Move,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skriet,
Shuggie Otis,
Crooked Eye,
the Swans,
Maleditus Sound,
Youth Brigade,
The Buckinghams,
Q and Not U,
Pulsallama,
Electric Prunes,
The Blues Magoos,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Green,
Panda Bear,
Sandy B,
Accadde A,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Modern Lovers,
Barry Ungar,
8 Eyed Spy,
JFA,
John Holt,
Suicide,
Sarah Menescal,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tubeway Army,
The Seeds,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nirvana,
Sällskapet,
Todd Rundgren,
Juan Atkins,
Al Stewart,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pole,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.