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 Ecuador and from London.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the jazz 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Parry Music,
Altered Images,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roxette,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Judy Mowatt,
Ponytail,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Smog,
Brick,
Amon Düül,
Soulsonic Force,
Carl Craig,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Divine Comedy,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Toasters,
Matthew Bourne,
Buzzcocks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Martian,
Maleditus Sound,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Sherman,
China Crisis,
Organ,
Symarip,
Crispian St. Peters,
EPMD,
The Detroit Cobras,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fuzztones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Slits,
Dark Day,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Archie Shepp,
Bang On A Can,
Supertramp,
Fugazi,
Kenny Larkin,
U.S. Maple,
Unwound,
Darondo,
The Associates,
Tommy Roe,
Panda Bear,
Von Mondo,
Schoolly D,
Eric Dolphy,
James White and The Blacks,
The Count Five,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ohio Players,
Jacques Brel,
Urselle,
Metal Thangz,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.