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 Japan and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes 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 Soft Cell to the disco 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Nick Fraelich,
EPMD,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Chrome,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Monks,
Lalann,
A Flock of Seagulls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Josef K,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crooked Eye,
Lakeside,
The Saints,
Kerri Chandler,
The Evens,
Procol Harum,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eric Copeland,
Pulsallama,
The Smiths,
PIL,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Pretty Things,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Banda Bassotti,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Los Fastidios,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fugazi,
Infiniti,
Alison Limerick,
The Martian,
Masters at Work,
Kaleidoscope,
Joe Smooth,
Michelle Simonal,
The Neon Judgement,
Sandy B,
Model 500,
Dave Gahan,
Drexciya,
Vainqueur,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fugs,
The Pop Group,
Piero Umiliani,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marcia Griffiths,
Moss Icon,
Skarface,
Ponytail,
Susan Cadogan,
The Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker,
Derrick Morgan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
AZ,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.