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 Macedonia 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Pet Shop Boys to the electroclash 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Country Teasers,
Matthew Halsall,
Gichy Dan,
Surgeon,
The Gladiators,
Arcadia,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Reagan Youth,
Average White Band,
The Last Poets,
Masters at Work,
Supertramp,
Pagans,
New Order,
Faust,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brothers Johnson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Swans,
Avey Tare,
Judy Mowatt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Quantec,
Motorama,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barrington Levy,
Radio Birdman,
Dawn Penn,
Little Man,
Black Pus,
Dave Gahan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Human League,
Sarah Menescal,
Glenn Branca,
Oblivians,
Susan Cadogan,
Sixth Finger,
New York Dolls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Erykah Badu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mr. Review,
Echospace,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Adolescents,
Animal Collective,
Gong,
Joyce Sims,
48th St. Collective,
Index,
Malaria!,
Erasure,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scratch Acid,
Accadde A,
cv313,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.