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 Rwanda and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 Nirvana to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Livin' Joy,
The Names,
Glenn Branca,
Sex Pistols,
One Last Wish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Godley & Creme,
Magazine,
Stereo Dub,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Coltrane,
Excepter,
Altered Images,
Organ,
The Monochrome Set,
La Düsseldorf,
Radio Birdman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Slits,
Average White Band,
Minutemen,
Erasure,
John Foxx,
This Heat,
Bang On A Can,
The Doors,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deadbeat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hasil Adkins,
The Star Department,
Sugar Minott,
The Doobie Brothers,
Byron Stingily,
Camouflage,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Khruangbin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Index,
Kaleidoscope,
Pet Shop Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Maurizio,
Henry Cow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alton Ellis,
Television Personalities,
Sixth Finger,
Steve Hackett,
The Velvet Underground,
Sonic Youth,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joy Division,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fear,
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.