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 Slovenia and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Michael McDonald 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 Fugs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
A Certain Ratio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Visage,
Eli Mardock,
Unrelated Segments,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pere Ubu,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Panda Bear,
Gastr Del Sol,
X-101,
Zero Boys,
The Vogues,
Michelle Simonal,
Lindisfarne,
UT,
Amon Düül II,
Robert Görl,
Kool Moe Dee,
FM Einheit,
Flamin' Groovies,
Blancmange,
The Fall,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Doobie Brothers,
Suburban Knight,
Outsiders,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang Starr,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moby Grape,
Jerry's Kids,
Deakin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Steve Hackett,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Trumans Water,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Move,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pulsallama,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Happenings,
F. McDonald,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Womack,
Fluxion,
Barbara Tucker,
Rakim,
Graham Central Station,
Matthew Bourne,
Flipper,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bob Dylan,
Grey Daturas,
Colin Newman,
Television Personalities,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.