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 Georgia and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Vainqueur to the rock 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Niagra,
Jeff Lynne,
Quando Quango,
Bang On A Can,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Organ,
Yellowson,
Pole,
Crooked Eye,
Nation of Ulysses,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
Darondo,
Television,
Sexual Harrassment,
Trumans Water,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The J.B.'s,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cure,
Harry Pussy,
Fugazi,
Spoonie Gee,
the Normal,
Pulsallama,
Suburban Knight,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Neil Young,
Cluster,
Kenny Larkin,
Lyres,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terry Callier,
The Busters,
The Slits,
The Grass Roots,
Soft Cell,
The Star Department,
Thee Headcoats,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gories,
L. Decosne,
The New Christs,
Average White Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Agent Orange,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Saccharine Trust,
Ituana,
The Selecter,
Dave Gahan,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cheater Slicks,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.