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 United Kingdom and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 New Age Steppers to the electroclash 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Wally Richardson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neu!,
Moebius,
Theoretical Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
Pantaleimon,
The Associates,
Visage,
The Dave Clark Five,
Country Teasers,
Iggy Pop,
Adolescents,
Chris & Cosey,
Bluetip,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Terry Callier,
Rekid,
Loose Ends,
Make Up,
Graham Central Station,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bauhaus,
Organ,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultra Naté,
Television Personalities,
D'Angelo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Christie,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crooked Eye,
Das Ding,
The Angels of Light,
Fear,
Laurel Aitken,
Excepter,
Tom Boy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Main Source,
The Leaves,
The Stooges,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jacob Miller,
New Age Steppers,
Kurtis Blow,
Altered Images,
The Young Rascals,
The Mighty Diamonds,
MC5,
Albert Ayler,
The Durutti Column,
CMW,
Intrusion,
Black Flag,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.