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 Mauritania 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Jacob Miller,
The Beau Brummels,
Slick Rick,
Gong,
Wasted Youth,
A Certain Ratio,
Todd Rundgren,
Patti Smith,
The Index,
The Dead C,
Shoche,
Charles Mingus,
The Slackers,
The Stooges,
Pierre Henry,
Intrusion,
Essential Logic,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lebanon Hanover,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Womack,
Pantytec,
Sonic Youth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bill Near,
The Happenings,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Erasure,
Judy Mowatt,
Chris Corsano,
The Techniques,
Minor Threat,
The Misunderstood,
Vainqueur,
Model 500,
Porter Ricks,
Chrome,
Mantronix,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alice Coltrane,
Buzzcocks,
Camberwell Now,
Swans,
Hardrive,
Archie Shepp,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Prince Buster,
Hasil Adkins,
Cheater Slicks,
The Victims,
Thee Headcoats,
Joey Negro,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fugs,
Echospace,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.