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 New Zealand 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Roxette to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Remains,
Marc Almond,
Mission of Burma,
The Wake,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stiv Bators,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Simply Red,
Unwound,
Model 500,
Minor Threat,
Neil Young,
The Fortunes,
Reuben Wilson,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cowsills,
Skarface,
Camouflage,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wings,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Public Enemy,
The Slackers,
Pantytec,
Sam Rivers,
Man Parrish,
the Slits,
The Associates,
Camberwell Now,
Erasure,
Main Source,
Duran Duran,
The Happenings,
The New Christs,
Eve St. Jones,
Tubeway Army,
EPMD,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wolf Eyes,
10cc,
The Golliwogs,
Trumans Water,
Patti Smith,
Unrelated Segments,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Move,
the Germs,
Scrapy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sparks,
Dark Day,
Dorothy Ashby,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barrington Levy,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.