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 Afghanistan and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Erasure to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Marc Almond,
DJ Style,
The Moody Blues,
The Five Americans,
John Foxx,
Frankie Knuckles,
Young Marble Giants,
The Tremeloes,
48th St. Collective,
Ultravox,
Big Daddy Kane,
Spandau Ballet,
Gerry Rafferty,
ABBA,
Roxette,
Michelle Simonal,
Minor Threat,
David Axelrod,
John Cale,
Index,
Chrome,
Pagans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tom Boy,
Andrew Hill,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Section 25,
Don Cherry,
Fat Boys,
Soft Cell,
Half Japanese,
Mad Mike,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Seeds,
Au Pairs,
Spoonie Gee,
The Slits,
Hardrive,
Darondo,
Swans,
Buzzcocks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deakin,
The Misunderstood,
Fela Kuti,
Barry Ungar,
Reuben Wilson,
Albert Ayler,
Radio Birdman,
The Residents,
Masters at Work,
The Standells,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Danielle Patucci,
Drexciya,
Nick Fraelich,
The Invisible,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.