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 Rwanda and from Bologna.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Soft Machine to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
E-Dancer,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
June of 44,
Electric Prunes,
Kaleidoscope,
Sixth Finger,
Wally Richardson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Liliput,
The Grass Roots,
Ultravox,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Music Machine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Slits,
Jacob Miller,
Hasil Adkins,
Soul II Soul,
World's Most,
Erasure,
Youth Brigade,
Mad Mike,
Accadde A,
Supertramp,
Bauhaus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Visage,
Todd Terry,
The Busters,
Dawn Penn,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Funkadelic,
Marine Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Donny Hathaway,
Country Teasers,
Tim Buckley,
Saccharine Trust,
Mo-Dettes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sexual Harrassment,
Quantec,
Arthur Verocai,
The Move,
Das Ding,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Loose Ends,
Fad Gadget,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cowsills,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eve St. Jones,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.