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 Angola and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bronski Beat to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Outsiders,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Byrd,
Amon Düül,
Circle Jerks,
Junior Murvin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roxette,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yazoo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Man Parrish,
Eric Copeland,
Supertramp,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lower 48,
Sixth Finger,
New Age Steppers,
Crooked Eye,
Easy Going,
The Pop Group,
Tomorrow,
Warsaw,
These Immortal Souls,
The Slits,
Graham Central Station,
The Blues Magoos,
UT,
The Five Americans,
Guru Guru,
Model 500,
Schoolly D,
Bill Near,
Sun Ra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Associates,
Sister Nancy,
Archie Shepp,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Saints,
The Real Kids,
Sun City Girls,
Cybotron,
Isaac Hayes,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lightning Bolt,
The Monochrome Set,
The J.B.'s,
Tim Buckley,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fugs,
Magma,
Tres Demented,
Sugar Minott,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tom Boy,
Maurizio,
L. Decosne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.