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 Bolivia and from Mumbai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 R.M.O. to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Boogie Down Productions,
Vainqueur,
Jawbox,
Brothers Johnson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Techniques,
Brass Construction,
Marshall Jefferson,
Niagra,
Radiohead,
Aaron Thompson,
The Kinks,
Desert Stars,
Connie Case,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Monks,
Blake Baxter,
The Smoke,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
PIL,
Depeche Mode,
Inner City,
Technova,
The Pop Group,
The Young Rascals,
Tears for Fears,
Gichy Dan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ronnie Foster,
The Grass Roots,
The Wake,
Severed Heads,
Judy Mowatt,
Hardrive,
Chrome,
Thee Headcoats,
Minor Threat,
Cluster,
Mark Hollis,
the Soft Cell,
Soulsonic Force,
Organ,
Masters at Work,
The Tremeloes,
The Remains,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Audionom,
The Associates,
The Victims,
Ultravox,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Seeds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deepchord,
Bluetip,
Goldenarms,
Kayak,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Modern Lovers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fuzztones,
Basic Channel,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.