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 Australia and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin 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 John Foxx to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Gerry Rafferty,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cymande,
Bobby Sherman,
The Vogues,
Reagan Youth,
R.M.O.,
Blossom Toes,
The Beau Brummels,
Theoretical Girls,
Bob Dylan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nas,
Bad Manners,
the Germs,
Electric Prunes,
Deakin,
Black Moon,
Nils Olav,
Mad Mike,
Gichy Dan,
Steve Hackett,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ten City,
The Slits,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Circle Jerks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Technova,
Tubeway Army,
Stiv Bators,
Trumans Water,
Faraquet,
Interpol,
The Five Americans,
James White and The Blacks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Walker Brothers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Groovy Waters,
Cameo,
The New Christs,
Sun City Girls,
The Raincoats,
Magma,
Grandmaster Flash,
Boredoms,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hasil Adkins,
CMW,
The Tremeloes,
Althea and Donna,
X-101,
Little Man,
The Martian,
Black Sheep,
Soft Machine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Vladislav Delay,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.