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 Pakistan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Mr. Review to the funk 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Accadde A,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arab on Radar,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Seeds,
Zapp,
Chris Corsano,
Henry Cow,
Lindisfarne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Skarface,
Blossom Toes,
Oblivians,
Spandau Ballet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brick,
Swell Maps,
The Selecter,
Barry Ungar,
Juan Atkins,
Infiniti,
Man Eating Sloth,
Godley & Creme,
Traffic Nightmare,
Goldenarms,
Japan,
China Crisis,
Arthur Verocai,
Magazine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Monochrome Set,
Oneida,
Skriet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yazoo,
Kenny Larkin,
Young Marble Giants,
Electric Prunes,
CMW,
the Bar-Kays,
Little Man,
Warren Ellis,
The Barracudas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lyres,
Mandrill,
Piero Umiliani,
The Five Americans,
Moby Grape,
Pussy Galore,
The Flesh Eaters,
Johnny Clarke,
Tom Boy,
Nico,
Bang On A Can,
The Angels of Light,
Radiohead,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.