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 Libya and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the punk 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Subhumans,
One Last Wish,
Livin' Joy,
Scott Walker,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rapeman,
Avey Tare,
Cecil Taylor,
Deepchord,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aloha Tigers,
Carl Craig,
Sun City Girls,
Amon Düül II,
Dave Gahan,
48th St. Collective,
The Black Dice,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mandrill,
Darondo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gichy Dan,
X-102,
Man Parrish,
Lakeside,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Y Pants,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Suicide,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cramps,
Flash Fearless,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Amon Düül,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Mummies,
Dead Boys,
The Gun Club,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hashim,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tears for Fears,
The Names,
Iggy Pop,
Scion,
The Wake,
The Doors,
Glenn Branca,
The Victims,
The Sonics,
The Monks,
The Saints,
Ossler,
The Residents,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Los Fastidios,
Ponytail,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.