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 Bangladesh and from London.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar 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 Hasil Adkins to the electroclash 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Oblivians,
Fugazi,
The Move,
Wings,
Minny Pops,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tommy Roe,
Surgeon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Raincoats,
Girls At Our Best!,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Amazonics,
Junior Murvin,
DNA,
Scion,
Monolake,
Ronan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soul II Soul,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hashim,
the Germs,
Anakelly,
Theoretical Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cal Tjader,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soft Cell,
Unrelated Segments,
Man Eating Sloth,
F. McDonald,
Tim Buckley,
Niagra,
Technova,
The Cowsills,
Jacques Brel,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roxy Music,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ponytail,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Bar-Kays,
Archie Shepp,
Mars,
Goldenarms,
Aural Exciters,
Crime,
The Slackers,
Gang Green,
The Monochrome Set,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fall,
The Blackbyrds,
Blake Baxter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Beau Brummels,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.