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 Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marvin Gaye to the rock 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Smog,
Section 25,
Josef K,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Star Department,
Ultra Naté,
Rakim,
Scion,
Roxy Music,
JFA,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Albert Ayler,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Human League,
Sun City Girls,
Warren Ellis,
Talk Talk,
Eli Mardock,
The Divine Comedy,
EPMD,
Marmalade,
Dual Sessions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Swans,
The Toasters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rekid,
Inner City,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deadbeat,
The Wake,
Rites of Spring,
Eric B and Rakim,
Iggy Pop,
cv313,
Mad Mike,
Rod Modell,
Accadde A,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ituana,
Soft Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crash Course in Science,
PIL,
Thee Headcoats,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cybotron,
The Sonics,
Eden Ahbez,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joey Negro,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mandrill,
K-Klass,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
KRS-One,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.