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 Paraguay and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Soft Cell to the disco 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Jesper Dahlback,
The Real Kids,
Shoche,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mr. Review,
Adolescents,
The Litter,
MC5,
Black Bananas,
Schoolly D,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sparks,
Crime,
Spoonie Gee,
Pulsallama,
The Gories,
Crispian St. Peters,
Television,
Throbbing Gristle,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ludus,
Cheater Slicks,
Minor Threat,
Moss Icon,
Big Daddy Kane,
CMW,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brass Construction,
Infiniti,
Eli Mardock,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marshall Jefferson,
Byron Stingily,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Echospace,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Trojans,
Glenn Branca,
Amon Düül II,
Sarah Menescal,
Khruangbin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Public Enemy,
Fat Boys,
The Young Rascals,
Black Flag,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mandrill,
H. Thieme,
Ken Boothe,
Moebius,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lalann,
Jerry's Kids,
Deakin,
Blossom Toes,
the Association,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Harmonia,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.