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 Slovakia and from Mumbai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Camouflage to the grime 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
June of 44,
Tubeway Army,
Scrapy,
The Doors,
Visage,
Skaos,
CMW,
Essential Logic,
Bob Dylan,
Brick,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Carl Craig,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Radiohead,
Eurythmics,
Black Pus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neil Young,
Angry Samoans,
OOIOO,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Wyatt,
Young Marble Giants,
Joy Division,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Unrelated Segments,
Fear,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gladiators,
Lakeside,
Mary Jane Girls,
Liliput,
Accadde A,
Cameo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pantaleimon,
Quantec,
New York Dolls,
The New Christs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Funky Four + One,
Ultimate Spinach,
Zero Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Todd Terry,
Oblivians,
Blake Baxter,
PIL,
DJ Style,
Yellowson,
Desert Stars,
Radiopuhelimet,
The J.B.'s,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.