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 Israel and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes 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 The Searchers to the grunge 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Tres Demented,
The Golliwogs,
Lower 48,
The Moleskins,
The Real Kids,
Y Pants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Quadrant,
the Normal,
Jesper Dahlback,
Echospace,
The Residents,
Basic Channel,
Black Bananas,
Reagan Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
Bang On A Can,
The Litter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Darondo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ten City,
UT,
Royal Trux,
The Move,
Hoover,
The Beau Brummels,
Roxy Music,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Charles Mingus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terrestrial Tones,
cv313,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Byrd,
Lalann,
Bronski Beat,
Michelle Simonal,
Deepchord,
Fad Gadget,
The Remains,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Derrick May,
Bill Near,
Moby Grape,
The Neon Judgement,
Television Personalities,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Swans,
Thee Headcoats,
Whodini,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Sherman,
Soft Cell,
Angry Samoans,
Carl Craig,
The Pop Group,
Cheater Slicks,
Mandrill,
Mad Mike,
Aloha Tigers,
Unwound,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.