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 Romania and from Tokyo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Amazonics to the electroclash 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Symarip,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Shoche,
Guru Guru,
Isaac Hayes,
Crooked Eye,
Roxette,
Marvin Gaye,
The Searchers,
the Bar-Kays,
Nirvana,
Man Parrish,
Erasure,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Underground Resistance,
Crash Course in Science,
the Swans,
Joy Division,
the Normal,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Toasters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Faust,
Mr. Review,
Hot Snakes,
Derrick May,
Brand Nubian,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Cale,
Joe Finger,
Max Romeo,
Lyres,
Pagans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Byron Stingily,
Clear Light,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Vogues,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Real Kids,
Judy Mowatt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Altered Images,
The Victims,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Association,
Colin Newman,
Neil Young,
Minutemen,
Althea and Donna,
The Cramps,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Easy Going,
Chris Corsano,
Camouflage,
Darondo,
The Divine Comedy,
Skriet,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.