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 Germany and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar 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 Wings to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Litter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
L. Decosne,
Brothers Johnson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
48th St. Collective,
Rapeman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Todd Terry,
Neu!,
Joensuu 1685,
These Immortal Souls,
Pantaleimon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aaron Thompson,
Sight & Sound,
The Pretty Things,
The Electric Prunes,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Quantec,
the Soft Cell,
Scott Walker,
Icehouse,
Intrusion,
Bill Wells,
La Düsseldorf,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Durutti Column,
10cc,
Brass Construction,
Juan Atkins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
AZ,
Bauhaus,
The Seeds,
Model 500,
Grauzone,
A Certain Ratio,
The Barracudas,
Khruangbin,
The Golliwogs,
June of 44,
Avey Tare,
The Gladiators,
Nirvana,
Gang of Four,
Pole,
F. McDonald,
Eric Dolphy,
Das Ding,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lalann,
the Swans,
Unwound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.