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 Zambia and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Slits to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
The Sonics,
The Barracudas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Laurel Aitken,
a-ha,
Boz Scaggs,
Maurizio,
the Human League,
Mo-Dettes,
The Dirtbombs,
Sex Pistols,
Jeru the Damaja,
Vladislav Delay,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Maleditus Sound,
Eurythmics,
Ultra Naté,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Raincoats,
Kaleidoscope,
The Velvet Underground,
Rapeman,
Average White Band,
Los Fastidios,
David McCallum,
Isaac Hayes,
Wire,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Young Rascals,
Silicon Teens,
Avey Tare,
Malaria!,
The Gladiators,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Pus,
Y Pants,
China Crisis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Liliput,
Kayak,
The Pretty Things,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roxette,
Tommy Roe,
Pole,
World's Most,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Chris & Cosey,
Rufus Thomas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Associates,
Bauhaus,
Ten City,
Yellowson,
The Fugs,
Fear,
The Modern Lovers,
Jacques Brel,
Pylon,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.