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 Morocco and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Index to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Pantytec,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Litter,
Ornette Coleman,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Association,
Visage,
Sun Ra,
Susan Cadogan,
Henry Cow,
The Cure,
Bobby Byrd,
Unrelated Segments,
Pharoah Sanders,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Negative Approach,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Raincoats,
Tim Buckley,
Flipper,
Scrapy,
Youth Brigade,
Al Stewart,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mars,
Kayak,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Wake,
Spandau Ballet,
Marc Almond,
AZ,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Flag,
Minor Threat,
Desert Stars,
Oblivians,
A Certain Ratio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Faust,
Public Enemy,
The Sonics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sällskapet,
Interpol,
Graham Central Station,
Wire,
Jawbox,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Terry Callier,
Funky Four + One,
Lucky Dragons,
Popol Vuh,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Letta Mbulu,
Fat Boys,
Angry Samoans,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.