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 Sweden and from Milan.
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 Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Babytalk to the crunk 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Bauhaus,
Simply Red,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cybotron,
Quadrant,
Unrelated Segments,
Mo-Dettes,
Cecil Taylor,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
MDC,
Moss Icon,
The Modern Lovers,
New Order,
Eurythmics,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ohio Players,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crash Course in Science,
The Tremeloes,
Nico,
Eli Mardock,
Kas Product,
Michelle Simonal,
Heaven 17,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tres Demented,
Moby Grape,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Foxx,
Animal Collective,
Pussy Galore,
Cameo,
The Slackers,
The Saints,
These Immortal Souls,
Byron Stingily,
Babytalk,
Siglo XX,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dave Gahan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Oblivians,
Zapp,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scion,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jeff Mills,
Masters at Work,
Bronski Beat,
the Fania All-Stars,
OOIOO,
Sällskapet,
Monks,
Newcleus,
Bluetip,
The Fire Engines,
Blossom Toes,
Man Parrish,
Joyce Sims,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.