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 Lithuania and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sonics to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Moebius,
Unwound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Angry Samoans,
Reagan Youth,
UT,
Toni Rubio,
Cameo,
Fluxion,
Flash Fearless,
Roy Ayers,
Barbara Tucker,
The Victims,
Idris Muhammad,
Hashim,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nation of Ulysses,
X-101,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Modern Lovers,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Birthday Party,
the Bar-Kays,
The Electric Prunes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
L. Decosne,
Sight & Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Byrd,
Piero Umiliani,
Agitation Free,
Funkadelic,
Newcleus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Sound,
Heaven 17,
The Knickerbockers,
James White and The Blacks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joyce Sims,
New Order,
Dave Gahan,
Steve Hackett,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alton Ellis,
The Offenders,
Anakelly,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soulsonic Force,
Rekid,
Dorothy Ashby,
Underground Resistance,
Visage,
Chris & Cosey,
Pantaleimon,
Gabor Szabo,
The Dirtbombs,
Quadrant,
Peter & Gordon,
Cecil Taylor,
Qualms,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.