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 Tonga and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Chris & Cosey to the disco 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Darondo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Letta Mbulu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Dave Clark Five,
This Heat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
June of 44,
Peter & Gordon,
The Victims,
Rod Modell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lightning Bolt,
Arthur Verocai,
Sparks,
Altered Images,
Thompson Twins,
Pussy Galore,
Ultra Naté,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roxette,
David Axelrod,
The Move,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Quando Quango,
Mo-Dettes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Connie Case,
Vladislav Delay,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
X-102,
Peter and Kerry,
Josef K,
Robert Görl,
The Smoke,
Oneida,
The Cramps,
The J.B.'s,
Harmonia,
OOIOO,
Shoche,
Theoretical Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeff Lynne,
The Stooges,
Aloha Tigers,
The Misunderstood,
Agitation Free,
a-ha,
Mantronix,
The Dead C,
F. McDonald,
Bill Near,
Aaron Thompson,
Schoolly D,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
FM Einheit,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.