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 Canada and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Hashim to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dave Gahan,
Thee Headcoats,
Kerrie Biddell,
Henry Cow,
Oneida,
Sister Nancy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fatback Band,
Make Up,
Bronski Beat,
Rapeman,
Buzzcocks,
Letta Mbulu,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soft Cell,
Cybotron,
The Raincoats,
Theoretical Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Von Mondo,
Tomorrow,
Q65,
Cameo,
the Soft Cell,
Malaria!,
Crispy Ambulance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DJ Sneak,
Nico,
the Swans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Wyatt,
Jandek,
JFA,
Simply Red,
Country Teasers,
Pagans,
FM Einheit,
Lightning Bolt,
Tubeway Army,
Bizarre Inc.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Tremeloes,
Leonard Cohen,
Moss Icon,
DJ Style,
Arthur Verocai,
The Trojans,
Panda Bear,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fad Gadget,
The Litter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.