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 Monaco and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 New York Dolls to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Nas,
Bush Tetras,
Joensuu 1685,
Fat Boys,
Royal Trux,
Pagans,
The Misunderstood,
Crime,
Aural Exciters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sex Pistols,
Thompson Twins,
John Lydon,
Alton Ellis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sällskapet,
Talk Talk,
Public Enemy,
Pulsallama,
Easy Going,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Blossom Toes,
The Motions,
Mad Mike,
Funkadelic,
Circle Jerks,
Minor Threat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Essential Logic,
DJ Style,
Yellowson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
EPMD,
Cybotron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Skriet,
Agent Orange,
Slave,
Joy Division,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joyce Sims,
Sister Nancy,
Grey Daturas,
The Blues Magoos,
Bang On A Can,
Franke,
Das Ding,
Brick,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Susan Cadogan,
Magazine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Music Machine,
Liliput,
Slick Rick,
Bauhaus,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.