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 Liechtenstein and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ultra Naté 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Shuggie Otis,
The Smiths,
Isaac Hayes,
Bill Near,
Moebius,
New Age Steppers,
The Knickerbockers,
The Moody Blues,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gabor Szabo,
Joyce Sims,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Judy Mowatt,
Johnny Osbourne,
Leonard Cohen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tubeway Army,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gerry Rafferty,
Idris Muhammad,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bootsy Collins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Delta 5,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gladiators,
Gang of Four,
Avey Tare,
Kenny Larkin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pharoah Sanders,
David McCallum,
Hasil Adkins,
The Residents,
Gang Green,
Bauhaus,
China Crisis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aaron Thompson,
Skriet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fire Engines,
Matthew Halsall,
Pulsallama,
Depeche Mode,
Harry Pussy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Red Krayola,
The Five Americans,
Black Moon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sandy B,
Lakeside,
The Happenings,
Sex Pistols,
The Gun Club,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.