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 Georgia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ronnie Foster to the electroclash 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Yusef Lateef,
Quando Quango,
Ronan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tres Demented,
Angry Samoans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boredoms,
The Litter,
The Busters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wings,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dennis Brown,
Second Layer,
Gang Gang Dance,
Electric Prunes,
Colin Newman,
This Heat,
Ornette Coleman,
Alice Coltrane,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barclay James Harvest,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Main Source,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New Order,
Nas,
Au Pairs,
Gil Scott Heron,
June Days,
The Tremeloes,
X-101,
Nik Kershaw,
Bauhaus,
Kayak,
Camouflage,
The Gladiators,
Ultravox,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jawbox,
Chrome,
Matthew Halsall,
Charles Mingus,
Public Enemy,
Sugar Minott,
Dave Gahan,
Pierre Henry,
Tommy Roe,
Essential Logic,
The Birthday Party,
Lakeside,
Faust,
Warsaw,
Morten Harket,
Surgeon,
Country Teasers,
Heaven 17,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.