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 Libya and from Toronto.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
The Neon Judgement,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
a-ha,
Peter & Gordon,
K-Klass,
Easy Going,
David McCallum,
Hardrive,
The Stooges,
Sonic Youth,
Angry Samoans,
Alphaville,
The Zeros,
Organ,
Soft Machine,
Spandau Ballet,
Jandek,
The Pop Group,
The Leaves,
ABBA,
Black Pus,
Harpers Bizarre,
48th St. Collective,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rhythm & Sound,
Reagan Youth,
Skaos,
Henry Cow,
Circle Jerks,
Matthew Bourne,
Pere Ubu,
Quando Quango,
Mary Jane Girls,
Warsaw,
The Gladiators,
Marvin Gaye,
Albert Ayler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Technova,
The Sound,
Pantaleimon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arcadia,
the Normal,
Maurizio,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hot Snakes,
Grey Daturas,
The Busters,
Deadbeat,
Wasted Youth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Au Pairs,
The Smiths,
Stiv Bators,
Scrapy,
Siglo XX,
Arab on Radar,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang Green,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.