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 Lesotho and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 Alphaville to the rock 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Grey Daturas,
Icehouse,
Moebius,
Gang Gang Dance,
Toni Rubio,
The Saints,
New York Dolls,
Tres Demented,
Funky Four + One,
Drexciya,
Smog,
Moss Icon,
Pulsallama,
Sex Pistols,
Arab on Radar,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Buzzcocks,
the Soft Cell,
Main Source,
The Doors,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rod Modell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Bananas,
Robert Hood,
Fad Gadget,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Babytalk,
Essential Logic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
World's Most,
Bluetip,
U.S. Maple,
Roxette,
Camouflage,
Letta Mbulu,
OOIOO,
Echospace,
Janne Schatter,
Barrington Levy,
Marc Almond,
Archie Shepp,
Eve St. Jones,
The Birthday Party,
Loose Ends,
Bootsy Collins,
Suicide,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Seeds,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Byrd,
Wire,
The Mojo Men,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mark Hollis,
the Swans,
Ultra Naté,
Jacob Miller,
The Angels of Light,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Excepter,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.