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 Bulgaria and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Matthew Halsall to the punk 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Bush Tetras,
Magazine,
Lakeside,
The Pretty Things,
Fad Gadget,
The Pop Group,
The Wake,
Hasil Adkins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Das Ding,
Nik Kershaw,
Oneida,
Swell Maps,
Heaven 17,
Flipper,
Nick Fraelich,
The Moody Blues,
ABC,
The Divine Comedy,
Camberwell Now,
The Fortunes,
Ossler,
The Red Krayola,
The Doobie Brothers,
JFA,
Black Bananas,
Brand Nubian,
Echospace,
The Offenders,
Average White Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
X-Ray Spex,
Television Personalities,
Massinfluence,
Amon Düül,
Mad Mike,
Glenn Branca,
Pole,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Zero Boys,
Colin Newman,
OOIOO,
Gang Gang Dance,
Derrick Morgan,
LL Cool J,
The Star Department,
Scott Walker,
Sister Nancy,
The Modern Lovers,
Little Man,
Lucky Dragons,
Pierre Henry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Agitation Free,
Jacob Miller,
Crash Course in Science,
Ohio Players,
Aural Exciters,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.