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 Sweden and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Tom Boy 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Pylon,
Sex Pistols,
Sandy B,
Grauzone,
The Walker Brothers,
The Techniques,
The Fuzztones,
Al Stewart,
Subhumans,
Make Up,
The Sonics,
Dawn Penn,
Stetsasonic,
Dual Sessions,
The Happenings,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rotary Connection,
Gabor Szabo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Slave,
Cluster,
kango's stein massive,
Reagan Youth,
Desert Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Shoche,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Moleskins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rakim,
Davy DMX,
Dave Gahan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lungfish,
Parry Music,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sällskapet,
The New Christs,
Bobby Byrd,
Reuben Wilson,
Audionom,
Yellowson,
David McCallum,
June of 44,
Camouflage,
Neil Young,
Black Flag,
Matthew Bourne,
Little Man,
Brothers Johnson,
The Selecter,
Minnie Riperton,
The Grass Roots,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pere Ubu,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.