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 Senegal and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Iggy Pop to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
PIL,
Sister Nancy,
Visage,
the Swans,
Easy Going,
Tears for Fears,
The Martian,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Massinfluence,
Anthony Braxton,
Technova,
Chris Corsano,
Jerry's Kids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Negative Approach,
Black Sheep,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Al Stewart,
The Durutti Column,
Cybotron,
Skaos,
kango's stein massive,
Gabor Szabo,
Severed Heads,
The Skatalites,
The Five Americans,
Average White Band,
Brick,
Lyres,
Deadbeat,
Quadrant,
Wings,
Skarface,
Lucky Dragons,
Eve St. Jones,
Minor Threat,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moby Grape,
Maleditus Sound,
Henry Cow,
Robert Hood,
Moss Icon,
Lightning Bolt,
Newcleus,
Lou Reed,
Gong,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Adolescents,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sun Ra,
Jeff Mills,
Oneida,
Mission of Burma,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cheater Slicks,
Country Teasers,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.