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 Malta 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Buzzcocks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eden Ahbez,
Agitation Free,
Lyres,
Jandek,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sällskapet,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gap Band,
Yaz,
The Gladiators,
The Mighty Diamonds,
James White and The Blacks,
Sarah Menescal,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Sheep,
Massinfluence,
Parry Music,
Piero Umiliani,
X-102,
MC5,
The American Breed,
Hot Snakes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kas Product,
Lou Reed,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wings,
Freddie Wadling,
Eddi Front,
June Days,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
a-ha,
Thompson Twins,
Model 500,
Girls At Our Best!,
David Bowie,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Todd Terry,
Second Layer,
Tom Boy,
Popol Vuh,
The Black Dice,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pulsallama,
Gabor Szabo,
Youth Brigade,
Peter and Kerry,
Fatback Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Erasure,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wire,
John Lydon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Christie,
New York Dolls,
Joe Finger,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.