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 Australia and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the dance 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Mad Mike,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yaz,
Andrew Hill,
Sun City Girls,
Altered Images,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Icehouse,
Nas,
The Move,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lee Hazlewood,
U.S. Maple,
FM Einheit,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jacques Brel,
Monks,
Erasure,
Rufus Thomas,
the Sonics,
MC5,
Jacob Miller,
Skaos,
Joey Negro,
Black Pus,
kango's stein massive,
Grey Daturas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Foxx,
Trumans Water,
Bill Wells,
Bob Dylan,
Schoolly D,
Ornette Coleman,
Shuggie Otis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gil Scott Heron,
Boredoms,
The Moody Blues,
Kas Product,
Ronan,
Cymande,
Sight & Sound,
The Doors,
Funkadelic,
Quantec,
Slave,
Alphaville,
The Fuzztones,
Gichy Dan,
The Grass Roots,
Mandrill,
Sunsets and Hearts,
PIL,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The American Breed,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
T. Rex,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.