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 Austria and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 the Soft Cell to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rites of Spring,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soft Machine,
Monks,
Sight & Sound,
Flipper,
10cc,
The Blackbyrds,
New York Dolls,
The Gories,
Amazonics,
Carl Craig,
Loose Ends,
The Slackers,
The Real Kids,
the Fania All-Stars,
World's Most,
Deepchord,
Aural Exciters,
Scott Walker,
Wings,
Trumans Water,
Iggy Pop,
The Beau Brummels,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fall,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Infiniti,
Tropical Tobacco,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Davy DMX,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gastr Del Sol,
Glambeats Corp.,
Man Eating Sloth,
B.T. Express,
The Zeros,
Prince Buster,
Can,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy Collins,
UT,
Harpers Bizarre,
The New Christs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Altered Images,
Jeff Lynne,
The Mojo Men,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Youth Brigade,
Lyres,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cowsills,
The Walker Brothers,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.