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 Austria and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rufus Thomas to the techno 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Fad Gadget,
Circle Jerks,
Todd Rundgren,
Jerry's Kids,
Soft Cell,
Flash Fearless,
Robert Hood,
Interpol,
Ken Boothe,
Nirvana,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Livin' Joy,
Parry Music,
The Remains,
Wasted Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
Susan Cadogan,
Blake Baxter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Infiniti,
Steve Hackett,
The Doors,
Reuben Wilson,
Ronan,
The Slackers,
Dawn Penn,
Accadde A,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Raincoats,
Anthony Braxton,
Yaz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lungfish,
The Martian,
Alphaville,
Bobby Byrd,
The Last Poets,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Harpers Bizarre,
Deepchord,
Mantronix,
Intrusion,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gap Band,
The Five Americans,
Joe Smooth,
Brand Nubian,
Bizarre Inc.,
Skaos,
Make Up,
New Order,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Altered Images,
Electric Prunes,
Shoche,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Leaves,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.