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 Mongolia 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the dance 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Graham Central Station,
the Human League,
Crime,
X-102,
Newcleus,
Livin' Joy,
The Vogues,
Bobby Sherman,
The Skatalites,
Moby Grape,
Scientists,
Bobby Byrd,
Soft Cell,
Colin Newman,
Max Romeo,
The Happenings,
Metal Thangz,
Neu!,
Girls At Our Best!,
The American Breed,
Ponytail,
Hoover,
Circle Jerks,
Interpol,
The Detroit Cobras,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camberwell Now,
Agitation Free,
Dorothy Ashby,
Malaria!,
Motorama,
The Motions,
Junior Murvin,
Index,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kas Product,
Joey Negro,
10cc,
Althea and Donna,
Donny Hathaway,
Lalann,
Chrome,
K-Klass,
Todd Terry,
The Toasters,
Janne Schatter,
Arcadia,
Sparks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Desert Stars,
Crispy Ambulance,
cv313,
Quadrant,
Masters at Work,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lungfish,
Oblivians,
Moss Icon,
Rekid,
The Smiths,
the Fania All-Stars,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.