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 Denmark and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 Kenny Larkin to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Nico,
Absolute Body Control,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Janne Schatter,
Eurythmics,
Marine Girls,
Lungfish,
cv313,
Rod Modell,
The Slackers,
Accadde A,
The Durutti Column,
Danielle Patucci,
Kurtis Blow,
L. Decosne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Real Kids,
New Order,
Television,
UT,
Marc Almond,
Pylon,
Blossom Toes,
The Gap Band,
Thee Headcoats,
AZ,
Joyce Sims,
Scan 7,
Brick,
Dead Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
Duran Duran,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Sheep,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Archie Shepp,
Whodini,
Kaleidoscope,
Los Fastidios,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Iggy Pop,
Average White Band,
Liliput,
The Residents,
John Coltrane,
Peter & Gordon,
Deepchord,
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Interpol,
Silicon Teens,
Saccharine Trust,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Knickerbockers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.