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 Slovenia and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fear to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantaleimon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Lungfish,
Angry Samoans,
Freddie Wadling,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pulsallama,
Leonard Cohen,
Organ,
Zero Boys,
Pierre Henry,
Dead Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kayak,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minutemen,
Cheater Slicks,
Heaven 17,
Al Stewart,
Flash Fearless,
Cybotron,
Janne Schatter,
Black Flag,
Cal Tjader,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lakeside,
The Real Kids,
Boogie Down Productions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sexual Harrassment,
Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers,
Darondo,
Black Pus,
The Smiths,
Negative Approach,
The Divine Comedy,
Saccharine Trust,
The Blues Magoos,
The Young Rascals,
The Walker Brothers,
Soft Cell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Unwound,
Reuben Wilson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bluetip,
Whodini,
the Human League,
Radio Birdman,
The Beau Brummels,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Warsaw,
Duran Duran,
Stereo Dub,
Tim Buckley,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Electric Prunes,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.