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 Japan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Massinfluence to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Tim Buckley,
LL Cool J,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Underground Resistance,
Joyce Sims,
The Barracudas,
The Divine Comedy,
The Offenders,
Smog,
Flipper,
The Move,
The Sonics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wire,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Junior Murvin,
The Fire Engines,
H. Thieme,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Simply Red,
Brand Nubian,
Hasil Adkins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Depeche Mode,
Pantytec,
The Standells,
Rites of Spring,
FM Einheit,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Khruangbin,
New Age Steppers,
Toni Rubio,
Skarface,
Dave Gahan,
Gong,
Alton Ellis,
Royal Trux,
The Gladiators,
Crash Course in Science,
Circle Jerks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kurtis Blow,
Lalo Schifrin,
Matthew Bourne,
Carl Craig,
World's Most,
Henry Cow,
Neil Young,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moby Grape,
Scott Walker,
The Zeros,
Maurizio,
Los Fastidios,
K-Klass,
The Fall,
The Sound,
Moebius,
Supertramp,
Clear Light,
Procol Harum,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.