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 Lebanon and from New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 Gang Gang Dance to the rock 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
China Crisis,
Susan Cadogan,
Pantytec,
Steve Hackett,
Peter and Kerry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Leaves,
MDC,
June Days,
New Age Steppers,
Flipper,
The J.B.'s,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Young Marble Giants,
Index,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Darondo,
Moby Grape,
Depeche Mode,
David Axelrod,
Boredoms,
The Alarm Clocks,
Saccharine Trust,
The Monks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Fania All-Stars,
Country Teasers,
Crash Course in Science,
The Victims,
Monks,
Echospace,
UT,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sound Behaviour,
Marmalade,
The Durutti Column,
Jimmy McGriff,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sex Pistols,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Letta Mbulu,
Cecil Taylor,
Frankie Knuckles,
Moss Icon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed,
Bill Near,
Inner City,
Matthew Bourne,
Joyce Sims,
Minutemen,
Organ,
The Divine Comedy,
Blancmange,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rakim,
Magazine,
The Busters,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.