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 Kiribati and from Accra.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Hasil Adkins to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
the Human League,
Sister Nancy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fuzztones,
Flamin' Groovies,
Model 500,
Camouflage,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roy Ayers,
the Soft Cell,
Liliput,
Joy Division,
Surgeon,
In Retrospect,
Supertramp,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The United States of America,
Subhumans,
The Kinks,
Simply Red,
The Divine Comedy,
The Young Rascals,
EPMD,
The Cure,
AZ,
The Angels of Light,
Porter Ricks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Television,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scientists,
Matthew Bourne,
Swans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ituana,
Peter & Gordon,
Lee Hazlewood,
E-Dancer,
Crime,
Prince Buster,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tears for Fears,
Negative Approach,
Sixth Finger,
The Fire Engines,
Zero Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
Country Teasers,
Erasure,
John Holt,
Cluster,
Cybotron,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultra Naté,
Judy Mowatt,
Swell Maps,
Newcleus,
Hardrive,
Brand Nubian,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.