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 Macedonia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pantytec to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camberwell Now,
Mandrill,
The Dirtbombs,
Thompson Twins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang of Four,
Echospace,
Second Layer,
Khruangbin,
The Misunderstood,
Barbara Tucker,
Trumans Water,
Sound Behaviour,
The Techniques,
Magma,
10cc,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stetsasonic,
Pulsallama,
Yellowson,
Swans,
John Foxx,
John Holt,
The Star Department,
Graham Central Station,
Kurtis Blow,
Erasure,
Mark Hollis,
Lungfish,
CMW,
Cybotron,
Mission of Burma,
Rod Modell,
E-Dancer,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fuzztones,
Essential Logic,
Ludus,
The Names,
Cameo,
Fugazi,
The Offenders,
Model 500,
Wolf Eyes,
Ice-T,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
F. McDonald,
Fear,
Fela Kuti,
UT,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Buckinghams,
Angry Samoans,
Todd Rundgren,
Gong,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Arab on Radar,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.