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 India and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Average White Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
The American Breed,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nik Kershaw,
Flipper,
The Divine Comedy,
The Dead C,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
U.S. Maple,
Outsiders,
The Beau Brummels,
Loose Ends,
The Blues Magoos,
Das Ding,
Gregory Isaacs,
MDC,
Erykah Badu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Henry Cow,
Lou Reed,
Ultimate Spinach,
Intrusion,
John Cale,
Maleditus Sound,
Q65,
The Seeds,
Deadbeat,
Lindisfarne,
Lungfish,
Make Up,
The Evens,
Jeff Mills,
The Sonics,
The Tremeloes,
Unrelated Segments,
Cybotron,
Ronnie Foster,
Technova,
Joensuu 1685,
Scion,
Liliput,
Royal Trux,
Boz Scaggs,
Shuggie Otis,
Porter Ricks,
Rites of Spring,
The Zeros,
Bad Manners,
Nirvana,
PIL,
Gang Starr,
Qualms,
Blake Baxter,
Sparks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soft Cell,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Sherman,
H. Thieme,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Judy Mowatt,
EPMD,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.