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 Israel and from London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Avey Tare 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crooked Eye,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Warsaw,
Bill Near,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Newcleus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang of Four,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crispy Ambulance,
The American Breed,
Cluster,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camberwell Now,
Minor Threat,
The Kinks,
Zero Boys,
Neu!,
Soulsonic Force,
Fear,
Letta Mbulu,
Angry Samoans,
Quadrant,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Human League,
Quando Quango,
Interpol,
Sixth Finger,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Con Funk Shun,
Nirvana,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joe Smooth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bronski Beat,
L. Decosne,
Janne Schatter,
Gerry Rafferty,
DJ Style,
New York Dolls,
Hashim,
Barclay James Harvest,
Country Teasers,
Wire,
The Litter,
Amon Düül,
Boz Scaggs,
Dark Day,
Au Pairs,
Moss Icon,
The Young Rascals,
Soul Sonic Force,
Thee Headcoats,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Swans,
The Misunderstood,
Magazine,
Ultra Naté,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.