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 Tunisia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Modern Lovers 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
Susan Cadogan,
Sam Rivers,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Christie,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Silicon Teens,
Make Up,
Yaz,
MC5,
Negative Approach,
Simply Red,
Black Sheep,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nico,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Franke,
the Soft Cell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Amazonics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Modern Lovers,
a-ha,
ABC,
Crime,
In Retrospect,
Charles Mingus,
Crooked Eye,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Organ,
Rosa Yemen,
The Music Machine,
JFA,
Nas,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Associates,
Can,
Arcadia,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Techniques,
Fatback Band,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Brothers Johnson,
Wasted Youth,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gap Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
New York Dolls,
Bootsy Collins,
Absolute Body Control,
Donald Byrd,
Black Moon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
June of 44,
Anthony Braxton,
the Bar-Kays,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.