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 Tonga and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet 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 Minutemen to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Massinfluence,
Steve Hackett,
Echospace,
One Last Wish,
Nick Fraelich,
the Bar-Kays,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Iggy Pop,
Visage,
The Gories,
Joyce Sims,
Joy Division,
The Golliwogs,
Qualms,
Tears for Fears,
The Mummies,
Public Enemy,
Magma,
The Searchers,
Icehouse,
Suburban Knight,
Thee Headcoats,
B.T. Express,
Barrington Levy,
Sparks,
Dawn Penn,
The Residents,
Section 25,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Byrd,
Interpol,
Derrick May,
Porter Ricks,
Theoretical Girls,
The Saints,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kerri Chandler,
Absolute Body Control,
Judy Mowatt,
Bob Dylan,
Hoover,
Groovy Waters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Television Personalities,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
Eric B and Rakim,
K-Klass,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marvin Gaye,
The Remains,
Dennis Brown,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flash Fearless,
Tomorrow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
PIL,
Kaleidoscope,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Shuggie Otis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.