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 Mongolia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Golliwogs to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Visage,
Black Sheep,
Public Enemy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Basic Channel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Invisible,
Ornette Coleman,
Hot Snakes,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Danielle Patucci,
Fear,
the Soft Cell,
Radio Birdman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Mojo Men,
Moss Icon,
The Searchers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rod Modell,
Boredoms,
Susan Cadogan,
Interpol,
Zero Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Vladislav Delay,
David Axelrod,
Gang of Four,
Minutemen,
Underground Resistance,
Technova,
Nick Fraelich,
FM Einheit,
Gang Green,
Lou Christie,
Mark Hollis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Swans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joey Negro,
Oneida,
the Swans,
This Heat,
Television Personalities,
Kas Product,
ABBA,
The Music Machine,
The Birthday Party,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sarah Menescal,
Saccharine Trust,
Blancmange,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Slackers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tomorrow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.