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 Seychelles and from Lyon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Fugs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Jeff Mills,
The Fugs,
Eric Copeland,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mary Jane Girls,
Inner City,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed,
The Dead C,
Bang On A Can,
Bill Near,
Mars,
Monks,
Nik Kershaw,
Max Romeo,
Nick Fraelich,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alison Limerick,
Sister Nancy,
Jerry's Kids,
Fugazi,
Henry Cow,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Smiths,
Livin' Joy,
MC5,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fuzztones,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Golliwogs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Youth Brigade,
Fluxion,
The Techniques,
Agitation Free,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gories,
T.S.O.L.,
Bootsy Collins,
Faust,
Los Fastidios,
ABBA,
Moebius,
Steve Hackett,
The Names,
Ossler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pylon,
Supertramp,
Bobby Womack,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alphaville,
Altered Images,
Schoolly D,
John Holt,
Marvin Gaye,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultimate Spinach,
Theoretical Girls,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.