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 United Kingdom and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 Kerri Chandler to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Junior Murvin,
ABBA,
Au Pairs,
Deakin,
Ornette Coleman,
Television,
E-Dancer,
Curtis Mayfield,
Funky Four + One,
Connie Case,
Scratch Acid,
Andrew Hill,
Mars,
In Retrospect,
Sonic Youth,
Arthur Verocai,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lucky Dragons,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ossler,
The Grass Roots,
Toni Rubio,
Siglo XX,
Youth Brigade,
A Certain Ratio,
DJ Style,
Joe Smooth,
Masters at Work,
The Electric Prunes,
Oneida,
Tommy Roe,
The Leaves,
John Cale,
Scott Walker,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeff Lynne,
Joensuu 1685,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bill Near,
Babytalk,
Inner City,
Television Personalities,
Brothers Johnson,
Leonard Cohen,
Dave Gahan,
The Litter,
Whodini,
Bauhaus,
Soul II Soul,
AZ,
Banda Bassotti,
Jacob Miller,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Count Five,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deepchord,
Boz Scaggs,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.