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 Lebanon and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Delon & Dalcan to the disco 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Mandrill,
Qualms,
Zero Boys,
The American Breed,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rapeman,
Pole,
U.S. Maple,
Eve St. Jones,
Spandau Ballet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Livin' Joy,
Letta Mbulu,
EPMD,
Mantronix,
Scratch Acid,
The Neon Judgement,
The Modern Lovers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Remains,
Eli Mardock,
Terrestrial Tones,
Popol Vuh,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Easy Going,
Alphaville,
Arcadia,
Tomorrow,
Intrusion,
The Cure,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Talk Talk,
David McCallum,
Wings,
John Holt,
JFA,
Nik Kershaw,
Brothers Johnson,
Derrick Morgan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scrapy,
Model 500,
The Index,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fluxion,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Davy DMX,
Deepchord,
R.M.O.,
Marvin Gaye,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Technova,
Gerry Rafferty,
Radio Birdman,
Wire,
The Happenings,
Glenn Branca,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Massinfluence,
Circle Jerks,
Sam Rivers,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.