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 Montenegro and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Black Bananas to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Barry Ungar,
Matthew Bourne,
Ponytail,
Kurtis Blow,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Leaves,
The Stooges,
CMW,
Bluetip,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Neu!,
Connie Case,
Warren Ellis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cramps,
Alison Limerick,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sun Ra,
AZ,
The Gun Club,
Aloha Tigers,
The Toasters,
Sound Behaviour,
Ronnie Foster,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rufus Thomas,
Boredoms,
Monks,
Tomorrow,
the Swans,
Clear Light,
Whodini,
Marine Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dead Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joy Division,
Harpers Bizarre,
Donny Hathaway,
Goldenarms,
The Moleskins,
Hasil Adkins,
The Zeros,
Matthew Halsall,
Moby Grape,
The Slackers,
Lucky Dragons,
Laurel Aitken,
Carl Craig,
Piero Umiliani,
Albert Ayler,
Scott Walker,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minny Pops,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.