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 Macedonia and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 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 disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Warsaw,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Misunderstood,
Dawn Penn,
Wings,
The Pop Group,
The Monks,
Panda Bear,
Matthew Bourne,
Blancmange,
Crooked Eye,
Das Ding,
The Modern Lovers,
Unwound,
Avey Tare,
James White and The Blacks,
Joey Negro,
Marmalade,
Royal Trux,
Technova,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jandek,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kayak,
Todd Rundgren,
Lightning Bolt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Angry Samoans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bob Dylan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eddi Front,
Supertramp,
The Residents,
Khruangbin,
Mark Hollis,
World's Most,
The Searchers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barry Ungar,
Don Cherry,
Patti Smith,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oneida,
This Heat,
Jawbox,
The Gories,
DNA,
The Wake,
The Golliwogs,
Guru Guru,
Saccharine Trust,
Ice-T,
John Holt,
Lyres,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultravox,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.