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 Egypt and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 Slick Rick to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord 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 harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Amon Düül II,
Suburban Knight,
The Black Dice,
Idris Muhammad,
Mr. Review,
Interpol,
Isaac Hayes,
Symarip,
Slave,
Bush Tetras,
Magma,
Basic Channel,
Nils Olav,
The Barracudas,
Moss Icon,
Ituana,
Eddi Front,
Panda Bear,
Neil Young,
Fugazi,
Au Pairs,
Angry Samoans,
The Beau Brummels,
Jerry's Kids,
Chris & Cosey,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Durutti Column,
Black Flag,
Eve St. Jones,
Piero Umiliani,
Kool Moe Dee,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Howard Jones,
Average White Band,
Black Bananas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cecil Taylor,
The Skatalites,
Janne Schatter,
AZ,
Pagans,
EPMD,
Bill Wells,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
ABC,
Lindisfarne,
Sarah Menescal,
Electric Prunes,
The Offenders,
Black Sheep,
Delon & Dalcan,
Main Source,
Roger Hodgson,
Bill Near,
Kas Product,
Tomorrow,
Joe Smooth,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.