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 Liechtenstein and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Zeros 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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Skarface,
MC5,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roger Hodgson,
Harmonia,
Severed Heads,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Star Department,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pere Ubu,
John Lydon,
Aaron Thompson,
Fear,
The Dave Clark Five,
Young Marble Giants,
Danielle Patucci,
LL Cool J,
ABBA,
Max Romeo,
Wings,
Soft Machine,
Porter Ricks,
Kenny Larkin,
A Certain Ratio,
kango's stein massive,
CMW,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The United States of America,
La Düsseldorf,
K-Klass,
Crime,
Kerri Chandler,
Von Mondo,
Organ,
The Offenders,
Bronski Beat,
Man Parrish,
Lou Christie,
Pussy Galore,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deepchord,
R.M.O.,
Popol Vuh,
L. Decosne,
Faraquet,
Niagra,
John Coltrane,
Sound Behaviour,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lungfish,
Franke,
Lakeside,
PIL,
Ohio Players,
F. McDonald,
Dawn Penn,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.