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 Cuba and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Los Fastidios to the disco 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Bill Wells,
Audionom,
Chris Corsano,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Velvet Underground,
Hardrive,
Henry Cow,
Matthew Bourne,
Moby Grape,
Cymande,
Prince Buster,
June Days,
Skaos,
Thee Headcoats,
Wolf Eyes,
Adolescents,
The Divine Comedy,
Rotary Connection,
Japan,
Slave,
the Association,
The Grass Roots,
New Order,
John Foxx,
the Germs,
The Barracudas,
kango's stein massive,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Moleskins,
Chrome,
Ten City,
Ultra Naté,
Boredoms,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Interpol,
Todd Terry,
Bootsy Collins,
The Slits,
Harmonia,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Laurel Aitken,
Sonny Sharrock,
Davy DMX,
Juan Atkins,
Black Moon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Altered Images,
Crash Course in Science,
X-Ray Spex,
Kerrie Biddell,
China Crisis,
Suburban Knight,
Von Mondo,
Arab on Radar,
Arcadia,
Carl Craig,
Boz Scaggs,
The Litter,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.