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 Papua New Guinea and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet 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 Bobby Sherman to the electroclash 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Adolescents,
Joe Finger,
Peter & Gordon,
Soulsonic Force,
Oneida,
Arcadia,
Lyres,
Joe Smooth,
Soul II Soul,
Kerri Chandler,
Aloha Tigers,
Kurtis Blow,
The Raincoats,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Doors,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grey Daturas,
Chrome,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Swans,
the Slits,
Skaos,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aaron Thompson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Circle Jerks,
Aural Exciters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ornette Coleman,
Sixth Finger,
Franke,
Harry Pussy,
Scion,
Ohio Players,
Sandy B,
DJ Sneak,
Blancmange,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sound Behaviour,
Lower 48,
Public Enemy,
Cal Tjader,
Colin Newman,
Easy Going,
Faust,
Con Funk Shun,
Mark Hollis,
This Heat,
kango's stein massive,
The Walker Brothers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The United States of America,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barbara Tucker,
Moebius,
Godley & Creme,
Roxy Music,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.