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 Korea North and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar 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 punk 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Camouflage,
Harmonia,
The Saints,
Tres Demented,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rakim,
Technova,
Symarip,
10cc,
Minor Threat,
David Bowie,
Charles Mingus,
The Mummies,
R.M.O.,
Brand Nubian,
Fad Gadget,
Pole,
Moss Icon,
Wasted Youth,
Sandy B,
Section 25,
Donny Hathaway,
Kevin Saunderson,
Altered Images,
The Pretty Things,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Residents,
Sight & Sound,
Los Fastidios,
Anakelly,
Smog,
Black Sheep,
Cecil Taylor,
The Barracudas,
Inner City,
Pulsallama,
Cheater Slicks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tom Boy,
Average White Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Heaven 17,
The Modern Lovers,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dave Clark Five,
Man Parrish,
Max Romeo,
Dead Boys,
Massinfluence,
Andrew Hill,
Ornette Coleman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Desert Stars,
Ituana,
Morten Harket,
Soulsonic Force,
Intrusion,
Bill Near,
Unrelated Segments,
Tommy Roe,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.