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 Georgia and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Quadrant to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Amazonics,
Main Source,
the Slits,
Kool Moe Dee,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang Gang Dance,
Desert Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minny Pops,
Sun City Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Sonic Youth,
Reagan Youth,
The Names,
Absolute Body Control,
Derrick Morgan,
Albert Ayler,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Porter Ricks,
Smog,
Popol Vuh,
Eli Mardock,
Ultra Naté,
Goldenarms,
Brand Nubian,
Monolake,
Ituana,
Grey Daturas,
David Axelrod,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Electric Prunes,
the Germs,
The Remains,
Fear,
Ponytail,
Lyres,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Martian,
The Kinks,
Severed Heads,
Man Parrish,
The Blues Magoos,
Tom Boy,
Eden Ahbez,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Warren Ellis,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fuzztones,
Harmonia,
Deakin,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Sheep,
The Durutti Column,
The Searchers,
Scratch Acid,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Talk Talk,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alison Limerick,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.