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 Brazil and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Metal Thangz to the electroclash 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Tremeloes,
The Divine Comedy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Anthony Braxton,
The Offenders,
Reuben Wilson,
Bill Near,
Marc Almond,
Barrington Levy,
John Coltrane,
David McCallum,
The Electric Prunes,
Ornette Coleman,
Jerry's Kids,
Soul Sonic Force,
The New Christs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fatback Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Masters at Work,
the Soft Cell,
James White and The Blacks,
The Moody Blues,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ludus,
Blancmange,
Aural Exciters,
Blake Baxter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Erasure,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gong,
Eden Ahbez,
Banda Bassotti,
Jacques Brel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Davy DMX,
Amon Düül,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marvin Gaye,
Country Teasers,
Bad Manners,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cheater Slicks,
Chris & Cosey,
Panda Bear,
Alice Coltrane,
Surgeon,
Tubeway Army,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brass Construction,
Jeff Lynne,
Lucky Dragons,
Tom Boy,
The Motions,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.