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 the UAE and from Halifax.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the grime 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
The Kinks,
Visage,
The Saints,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Vladislav Delay,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Searchers,
The J.B.'s,
Pet Shop Boys,
H. Thieme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Doors,
Television,
Soulsonic Force,
FM Einheit,
Black Flag,
David McCallum,
Nik Kershaw,
Crash Course in Science,
Joyce Sims,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cal Tjader,
Sixth Finger,
Yusef Lateef,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Litter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Sheep,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stetsasonic,
Erasure,
Crime,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boredoms,
Faraquet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Coltrane,
Nico,
Kevin Saunderson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barrington Levy,
Cameo,
Gichy Dan,
The Martian,
Zero Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
48th St. Collective,
Suicide,
Gang Starr,
Rosa Yemen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Minutemen,
AZ,
Joy Division,
Eddi Front,
The Happenings,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.