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 Malawi and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Metal Thangz to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Make Up,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rufus Thomas,
Gichy Dan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Star Department,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeff Mills,
The Raincoats,
Metal Thangz,
Inner City,
Panda Bear,
Pere Ubu,
New Age Steppers,
Brass Construction,
Minor Threat,
Schoolly D,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Moon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fuzztones,
Scan 7,
The Sonics,
the Sonics,
Mission of Burma,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kaleidoscope,
The Slackers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tres Demented,
Popol Vuh,
Excepter,
Electric Prunes,
Outsiders,
Los Fastidios,
Crispian St. Peters,
Technova,
Little Man,
Agent Orange,
Marmalade,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeff Lynne,
Alison Limerick,
Fela Kuti,
Accadde A,
Soft Machine,
Davy DMX,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Slave,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Freddie Wadling,
Hot Snakes,
Joe Finger,
Talk Talk,
Sun City Girls,
Sex Pistols,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.