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 Malaysia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Hoover to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jacob Miller,
The Tremeloes,
Bob Dylan,
Jeff Mills,
David McCallum,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Barracudas,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Human League,
The Buckinghams,
Black Bananas,
Susan Cadogan,
The Modern Lovers,
Banda Bassotti,
Oblivians,
The Electric Prunes,
Soulsonic Force,
Simply Red,
Surgeon,
John Coltrane,
Gastr Del Sol,
Niagra,
LL Cool J,
Intrusion,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kurtis Blow,
DJ Style,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cowsills,
Bush Tetras,
Steve Hackett,
La Düsseldorf,
Alice Coltrane,
Dead Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Christie,
Rekid,
Ronnie Foster,
Todd Rundgren,
Sight & Sound,
Adolescents,
Khruangbin,
Sound Behaviour,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Malaria!,
Model 500,
F. McDonald,
Animal Collective,
Janne Schatter,
Zapp,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Germs,
Dennis Brown,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Leaves,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Supertramp,
Yaz,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.