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 Luxembourg and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Toasters to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Popol Vuh,
Urselle,
Cal Tjader,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soft Cell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gichy Dan,
Jeff Mills,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Outsiders,
10cc,
The Sonics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Johnny Clarke,
Saccharine Trust,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fugs,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Reed,
Patti Smith,
The Fall,
Royal Trux,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aural Exciters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
James White and The Blacks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Vladislav Delay,
Ornette Coleman,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Techniques,
Angry Samoans,
Sun City Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Negative Approach,
Qualms,
The Knickerbockers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camouflage,
Das Ding,
Curtis Mayfield,
cv313,
Kerri Chandler,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Doors,
The Standells,
Jacques Brel,
Nik Kershaw,
Howard Jones,
The Selecter,
Black Pus,
Animal Collective,
Pantytec,
Symarip,
The New Christs,
The Martian,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.