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 Iceland and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Lyres,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jerry's Kids,
Jandek,
The Dead C,
Soul II Soul,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joy Division,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hot Snakes,
L. Decosne,
Wire,
Dawn Penn,
The Seeds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultra Naté,
Newcleus,
Accadde A,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Clear Light,
Donny Hathaway,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Velvet Underground,
Adolescents,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fall,
Youth Brigade,
Moss Icon,
Visage,
Boz Scaggs,
Minny Pops,
Harry Pussy,
Sällskapet,
The Smoke,
Bootsy Collins,
Desert Stars,
Subhumans,
Roxy Music,
Eric Dolphy,
Neu!,
Neil Young,
Brothers Johnson,
The Blues Magoos,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soul Sonic Force,
Intrusion,
The Last Poets,
Deepchord,
Agent Orange,
The Misunderstood,
Blake Baxter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Icehouse,
This Heat,
Zapp,
World's Most,
Vladislav Delay,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.