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 Armenia and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Young Rascals to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Eurythmics,
Chris & Cosey,
Idris Muhammad,
Dead Boys,
the Slits,
Morten Harket,
X-102,
the Germs,
The Invisible,
Fad Gadget,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Inner City,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Talk Talk,
cv313,
Thompson Twins,
Slave,
Yusef Lateef,
Severed Heads,
Amazonics,
Gerry Rafferty,
Quantec,
Jandek,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blossom Toes,
Sonic Youth,
Urselle,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gun Club,
the Sonics,
John Holt,
Sandy B,
Pole,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The J.B.'s,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cameo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rakim,
Dave Gahan,
Rapeman,
Aswad,
The Doors,
Soft Machine,
Unwound,
Cal Tjader,
Tears for Fears,
The Tremeloes,
Eve St. Jones,
Hasil Adkins,
Boz Scaggs,
Tres Demented,
X-101,
Oblivians,
The Standells,
Gang of Four,
Faust,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.