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 Ghana and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ultimate Spinach to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Amon Düül,
Glenn Branca,
Fad Gadget,
Buzzcocks,
Vainqueur,
Swans,
Dark Day,
Matthew Halsall,
Aswad,
Terry Callier,
Mo-Dettes,
John Coltrane,
Maleditus Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Hood,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kerri Chandler,
Pantaleimon,
These Immortal Souls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sällskapet,
Roxette,
Ohio Players,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pierre Henry,
Echospace,
kango's stein massive,
Crash Course in Science,
John Foxx,
Agitation Free,
Whodini,
The Smiths,
Swell Maps,
Inner City,
Model 500,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Shoche,
The Litter,
Derrick May,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Skaos,
Tres Demented,
Aloha Tigers,
The Trojans,
Scott Walker,
Ituana,
Wally Richardson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Sherman,
Michelle Simonal,
Marvin Gaye,
Sister Nancy,
Chrome,
James White and The Blacks,
Tropical Tobacco,
MC5,
Basic Channel,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Slits,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.