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 Georgia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 Mad Mike to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
The Fuzztones,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Womack,
Wasted Youth,
Quadrant,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hot Snakes,
Sister Nancy,
The Dead C,
Gang Starr,
Tim Buckley,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Goldenarms,
Interpol,
MDC,
Altered Images,
Flamin' Groovies,
B.T. Express,
Todd Terry,
Throbbing Gristle,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Toni Rubio,
The Fire Engines,
Michelle Simonal,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Moleskins,
Accadde A,
Gabor Szabo,
Bang On A Can,
The Human League,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sight & Sound,
Procol Harum,
Pantaleimon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Electric Prunes,
The Black Dice,
Ultra Naté,
Surgeon,
R.M.O.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Sherman,
Scion,
Banda Bassotti,
Steve Hackett,
Khruangbin,
Mark Hollis,
Glenn Branca,
Von Mondo,
James White and The Blacks,
Yazoo,
Fatback Band,
Pere Ubu,
Drexciya,
ABC,
Pussy Galore,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Television,
June of 44,
Jerry's Kids,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.