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 Nigeria and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Faraquet to the electroclash 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Roxy Music,
Audionom,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fugs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rotary Connection,
Blake Baxter,
Sarah Menescal,
Adolescents,
X-102,
Howard Jones,
Dual Sessions,
The Sonics,
Radiohead,
Accadde A,
Crime,
Ronnie Foster,
Silicon Teens,
The Modern Lovers,
Matthew Halsall,
Neil Young,
June of 44,
Radio Birdman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Altered Images,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Neu!,
Bobby Sherman,
Pulsallama,
Lakeside,
Sparks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
X-101,
Khruangbin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fortunes,
Cymande,
Junior Murvin,
the Germs,
Scientists,
James White and The Blacks,
Royal Trux,
The Raincoats,
Sonic Youth,
Loose Ends,
Los Fastidios,
The Wake,
The Gladiators,
The Saints,
CMW,
T.S.O.L.,
The Monochrome Set,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minnie Riperton,
Fluxion,
Parry Music,
Massinfluence,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.