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 Korea North and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Names to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Piero Umiliani,
John Foxx,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Dirtbombs,
Peter and Kerry,
The Modern Lovers,
The Invisible,
Lungfish,
Wolf Eyes,
Roger Hodgson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Slackers,
The Grass Roots,
Sixth Finger,
Amon Düül,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Sheep,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Country Teasers,
Rapeman,
Faust,
Guru Guru,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Litter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Althea and Donna,
Lindisfarne,
The Move,
The Mummies,
Marc Almond,
The Birthday Party,
John Holt,
T. Rex,
The Buckinghams,
World's Most,
Index,
The Beau Brummels,
Motorama,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Liliput,
Nas,
Rod Modell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Half Japanese,
Jandek,
Gichy Dan,
Maurizio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Popol Vuh,
Average White Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Human League,
Mo-Dettes,
EPMD,
The Saints,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.