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 Germany and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Newcleus to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Boredoms,
Quando Quango,
X-101,
Grandmaster Flash,
Faust,
Monks,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Neon Judgement,
The Toasters,
Chrome,
Crime,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yazoo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mary Jane Girls,
Japan,
June Days,
Depeche Mode,
Yellowson,
The Invisible,
Adolescents,
Liliput,
Barrington Levy,
Janne Schatter,
Roger Hodgson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Franke,
Talk Talk,
Dave Gahan,
Soft Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
The Raincoats,
Dead Boys,
Bauhaus,
Jandek,
Leonard Cohen,
Arab on Radar,
Bizarre Inc.,
Derrick May,
Rosa Yemen,
The Standells,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang Green,
Spoonie Gee,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bush Tetras,
R.M.O.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Metal Thangz,
Zero Boys,
The Misunderstood,
U.S. Maple,
The Last Poets,
The Young Rascals,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Qualms,
The Move,
Lucky Dragons,
Brick,
Khruangbin,
MC5,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.