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 East Timor and from Sao Paulo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lou Reed to the rock 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
AZ,
Cameo,
Altered Images,
Pagans,
10cc,
Roxette,
Don Cherry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Accadde A,
The Happenings,
Aloha Tigers,
The Busters,
Basic Channel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
E-Dancer,
Big Daddy Kane,
L. Decosne,
Aaron Thompson,
New Order,
Television Personalities,
Danielle Patucci,
The Searchers,
Shuggie Otis,
Sight & Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
Cal Tjader,
Fear,
Rekid,
Eurythmics,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed,
Graham Central Station,
Young Marble Giants,
Todd Terry,
Yaz,
The Detroit Cobras,
Throbbing Gristle,
Electric Light Orchestra,
A Certain Ratio,
Nirvana,
Television,
Radiohead,
Wally Richardson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Slackers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Silicon Teens,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Martian,
Ultra Naté,
X-101,
Mission of Burma,
The Names,
Tomorrow,
Pere Ubu,
Jeff Mills,
Brothers Johnson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marvin Gaye,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.