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 Ecuador and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Sugar Minott,
Patti Smith,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Shoche,
Rotary Connection,
Yaz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Buckinghams,
Josef K,
New Order,
Inner City,
Jeff Mills,
The Moody Blues,
Jacques Brel,
Suburban Knight,
John Cale,
Livin' Joy,
The Cowsills,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Count Five,
Sight & Sound,
The Toasters,
Stiv Bators,
The J.B.'s,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Graham Central Station,
Hot Snakes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Moebius,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Al Stewart,
Eve St. Jones,
DJ Sneak,
Guru Guru,
The Seeds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Foxx,
Girls At Our Best!,
X-Ray Spex,
The Offenders,
Bobby Womack,
Harry Pussy,
FM Einheit,
Ronnie Foster,
Sixth Finger,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fatback Band,
the Soft Cell,
Qualms,
Minutemen,
Banda Bassotti,
48th St. Collective,
Sound Behaviour,
Masters at Work,
The Mojo Men,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.