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 Slovakia and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fluxion to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
New York Dolls,
The Searchers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Steve Hackett,
Erasure,
The Fire Engines,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Smoke,
The United States of America,
Fatback Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Amon Düül II,
Bill Wells,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bizarre Inc.,
Todd Rundgren,
John Foxx,
The Mojo Men,
Deakin,
The Index,
Pere Ubu,
The Count Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hasil Adkins,
New Age Steppers,
Wings,
Jandek,
Jawbox,
Alison Limerick,
Blossom Toes,
Television Personalities,
Carl Craig,
Icehouse,
Parry Music,
the Swans,
Pierre Henry,
Roxy Music,
Bang On A Can,
Suicide,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ice-T,
Sight & Sound,
The Motions,
Cybotron,
Gang Green,
Tres Demented,
Vladislav Delay,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ronan,
OOIOO,
Bush Tetras,
Harry Pussy,
Brothers Johnson,
The Moody Blues,
Minutemen,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.