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 Malawi and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mr. Review to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Andrew Hill,
L. Decosne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Electric Prunes,
the Bar-Kays,
MDC,
T. Rex,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Clear Light,
Alison Limerick,
Y Pants,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yellowson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Easy Going,
Nik Kershaw,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lucky Dragons,
Khruangbin,
Pussy Galore,
Gregory Isaacs,
Iggy Pop,
Cybotron,
Colin Newman,
Dave Gahan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Moon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dark Day,
Icehouse,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Matthew Halsall,
The Move,
Bobby Womack,
Technova,
Groovy Waters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aural Exciters,
Ice-T,
Amazonics,
DJ Sneak,
Thee Headcoats,
Delon & Dalcan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stetsasonic,
Chris & Cosey,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bob Dylan,
Pantaleimon,
the Human League,
The Gun Club,
Marcia Griffiths,
Excepter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hashim,
Reagan Youth,
One Last Wish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Animal Collective,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.