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 Taiwan and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Adolescents to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
New Order,
Vainqueur,
Dual Sessions,
The Dirtbombs,
Carl Craig,
Crooked Eye,
The Doors,
The Toasters,
Brothers Johnson,
Sandy B,
Pylon,
Al Stewart,
The Fugs,
The New Christs,
Monks,
Quando Quango,
Black Bananas,
The Modern Lovers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Alarm Clocks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Monolake,
Organ,
Hardrive,
Sixth Finger,
Marmalade,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cowsills,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DJ Style,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Curtis Mayfield,
R.M.O.,
Young Marble Giants,
Rites of Spring,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Foxx,
The Count Five,
the Human League,
The Monochrome Set,
Tomorrow,
Boz Scaggs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kerrie Biddell,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Womack,
The Offenders,
Roxy Music,
Severed Heads,
Rosa Yemen,
Unwound,
The Blackbyrds,
Max Romeo,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.