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 Tonga and from Tehran.
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 Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 The Cramps to the jazz 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Unrelated Segments,
Warren Ellis,
Bad Manners,
Fugazi,
The Toasters,
the Swans,
Black Pus,
Michelle Simonal,
Soft Cell,
Soft Machine,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sällskapet,
T. Rex,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Magazine,
Gong,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gories,
The Slits,
Nas,
Ronnie Foster,
Rhythm & Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Moon,
The Wake,
Joey Negro,
Desert Stars,
The Offenders,
X-Ray Spex,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun Ra,
Trumans Water,
Byron Stingily,
The Vogues,
The Victims,
Clear Light,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Steve Hackett,
Half Japanese,
Tears for Fears,
Joe Finger,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eric Dolphy,
Aswad,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fat Boys,
Qualms,
The Move,
Gang Starr,
Zapp,
Rekid,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Human League,
Kayak,
Scion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.