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 Denmark and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Television Personalities to the grime 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Bad Manners,
Tom Boy,
Kayak,
Pantytec,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Qualms,
The Martian,
New Order,
Average White Band,
Davy DMX,
T. Rex,
Glambeats Corp.,
Groovy Waters,
Inner City,
Wings,
MDC,
Moebius,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang Green,
Matthew Bourne,
New Age Steppers,
Supertramp,
Sarah Menescal,
the Slits,
Henry Cow,
Pulsallama,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nirvana,
These Immortal Souls,
Fear,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David McCallum,
Quadrant,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Electric Prunes,
Ultra Naté,
The Evens,
Symarip,
The Slits,
Cybotron,
Josef K,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Blues Magoos,
Traffic Nightmare,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Maurizio,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
H. Thieme,
Nils Olav,
Avey Tare,
One Last Wish,
Andrew Hill,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cure,
Bill Wells,
The Mojo Men,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.