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 Madagascar and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Blancmange to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sister Nancy,
Roger Hodgson,
John Cale,
Lindisfarne,
Adolescents,
Model 500,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Mummies,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Masters at Work,
Panda Bear,
Mantronix,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Moody Blues,
La Düsseldorf,
Easy Going,
Liliput,
Soul II Soul,
The Monks,
X-Ray Spex,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultra Naté,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fugs,
Lou Reed,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Visage,
Tom Boy,
New Age Steppers,
Flipper,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eurythmics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Shuggie Otis,
Saccharine Trust,
Average White Band,
Carl Craig,
Icehouse,
Al Stewart,
Kaleidoscope,
The Velvet Underground,
Nico,
F. McDonald,
Black Pus,
Youth Brigade,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
New York Dolls,
Jacques Brel,
X-102,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sugar Minott,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Magma,
Lucky Dragons,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.