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 Marshall Islands and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Albert Ayler,
Cheater Slicks,
The Monks,
Laurel Aitken,
Blossom Toes,
Fear,
Moss Icon,
Minutemen,
The Standells,
Motorama,
Sonic Youth,
Kevin Saunderson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ituana,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Harmonia,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DNA,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Terry Callier,
Hoover,
Tommy Roe,
The Young Rascals,
Faraquet,
Brass Construction,
Desert Stars,
the Human League,
Soulsonic Force,
Circle Jerks,
Zero Boys,
Boredoms,
Black Sheep,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Cale,
Wolf Eyes,
L. Decosne,
Dark Day,
The J.B.'s,
ABC,
Bronski Beat,
Gong,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joe Finger,
Danielle Patucci,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Depeche Mode,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Theoretical Girls,
Camberwell Now,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.