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 Somalia 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin 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 a-ha to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Bobby Womack,
Lee Hazlewood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Harmonia,
Kas Product,
Ronan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Angry Samoans,
Sarah Menescal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DJ Sneak,
F. McDonald,
Hoover,
Zero Boys,
Quantec,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Kinks,
Bush Tetras,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yusef Lateef,
John Lydon,
The Birthday Party,
Alton Ellis,
The Leaves,
The Flesh Eaters,
OOIOO,
Eurythmics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Robert Görl,
The Young Rascals,
Agitation Free,
Barbara Tucker,
Youth Brigade,
Infiniti,
Reagan Youth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Seeds,
Radiohead,
Television,
Desert Stars,
Tom Boy,
Spandau Ballet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Donny Hathaway,
The Golliwogs,
Negative Approach,
Buzzcocks,
Terry Callier,
Johnny Osbourne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joy Division,
Rapeman,
Half Japanese,
Television Personalities,
Lucky Dragons,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Germs,
Dual Sessions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.