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 Denmark and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kayak 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Letta Mbulu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fugs,
Eden Ahbez,
The Slackers,
The Doors,
Wasted Youth,
The American Breed,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eurythmics,
Rakim,
Matthew Bourne,
Skaos,
X-Ray Spex,
Buzzcocks,
Marvin Gaye,
Fad Gadget,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Pretty Things,
The Durutti Column,
Kurtis Blow,
Robert Görl,
Lucky Dragons,
Dawn Penn,
Scan 7,
Jawbox,
Bobby Sherman,
Albert Ayler,
Swans,
10cc,
The Birthday Party,
The Star Department,
Chris Corsano,
Con Funk Shun,
June Days,
Bad Manners,
Animal Collective,
Pantytec,
The Sonics,
Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül,
Mr. Review,
MC5,
Roxette,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Misunderstood,
Brass Construction,
Darondo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Anakelly,
the Association,
Yazoo,
Vainqueur,
Television,
Roxy Music,
The Evens,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Modern Lovers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.