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 Andorra and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 X-101 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Lalann,
Los Fastidios,
Soft Machine,
The Pretty Things,
Scion,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Wyatt,
Dave Gahan,
Hashim,
Bobby Womack,
Idris Muhammad,
Judy Mowatt,
Sight & Sound,
Gang Green,
Stockholm Monsters,
Oblivians,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
ABBA,
Outsiders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boredoms,
The Knickerbockers,
The Beau Brummels,
Roxy Music,
Heaven 17,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rod Modell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Duran Duran,
The Angels of Light,
the Slits,
Laurel Aitken,
The Blackbyrds,
Surgeon,
Quando Quango,
James White and The Blacks,
Rotary Connection,
Das Ding,
Skriet,
Sun Ra,
The Raincoats,
Harpers Bizarre,
Danielle Patucci,
Ponytail,
The Moleskins,
Darondo,
Gabor Szabo,
Mo-Dettes,
JFA,
Sexual Harrassment,
Procol Harum,
Y Pants,
The Electric Prunes,
The Smiths,
Todd Terry,
Brass Construction,
Agent Orange,
Radiohead,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jandek,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.