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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro 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 Shadows of Knight to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Panda Bear,
MDC,
Tres Demented,
The Doobie Brothers,
Carl Craig,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Colin Newman,
the Sonics,
The Real Kids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gun Club,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cramps,
One Last Wish,
Barry Ungar,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Cale,
Popol Vuh,
Cheater Slicks,
Lightning Bolt,
Darondo,
Babytalk,
The Moleskins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scion,
Joyce Sims,
Fear,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Icehouse,
Black Bananas,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
David McCallum,
Wire,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Smoke,
Liliput,
The Electric Prunes,
Sun City Girls,
Pantytec,
Adolescents,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Youth Brigade,
Todd Terry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crooked Eye,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Symarip,
Lalo Schifrin,
kango's stein massive,
Crime,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Main Source,
Unwound,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Pus,
Yazoo,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.