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 Niger and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 the Normal to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
This Heat,
John Cale,
Nirvana,
Kurtis Blow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Arcadia,
Fugazi,
Fatback Band,
Jeff Mills,
The New Christs,
Lakeside,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ronnie Foster,
Amon Düül II,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Con Funk Shun,
The Slackers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
a-ha,
Glenn Branca,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cheater Slicks,
10cc,
X-102,
Gichy Dan,
Quando Quango,
Amazonics,
Unrelated Segments,
Motorama,
cv313,
The Blackbyrds,
Kayak,
Guru Guru,
Yusef Lateef,
The Birthday Party,
Deepchord,
Jawbox,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bizarre Inc.,
Althea and Donna,
Hasil Adkins,
Sällskapet,
Lungfish,
The Monks,
Wally Richardson,
Can,
Ponytail,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Dolphy,
Cybotron,
Roxette,
The Moody Blues,
Todd Terry,
Cal Tjader,
Sun Ra,
The Human League,
Monks,
A Certain Ratio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.