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 Romania and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the electroclash 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Talk Talk,
Arab on Radar,
Ultravox,
Soul Sonic Force,
Spandau Ballet,
Nils Olav,
Juan Atkins,
Main Source,
Oblivians,
Robert Görl,
Suicide,
Jandek,
Howard Jones,
Robert Hood,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fad Gadget,
Inner City,
Basic Channel,
The Victims,
Absolute Body Control,
Underground Resistance,
Leonard Cohen,
Funky Four + One,
CMW,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Animal Collective,
The Birthday Party,
The Cramps,
Roxy Music,
Wings,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Barracudas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Junior Murvin,
Nas,
Swans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tomorrow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yazoo,
Y Pants,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lalann,
Sonic Youth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gregory Isaacs,
ABBA,
Glenn Branca,
Tears for Fears,
Chris & Cosey,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Harry Pussy,
Lightning Bolt,
Arthur Verocai,
The Star Department,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Standells,
Graham Central Station,
Judy Mowatt,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.