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 Kiribati and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Josef K,
Black Sheep,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Byrd,
Minny Pops,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Absolute Body Control,
Moss Icon,
Peter & Gordon,
Lakeside,
The Gories,
Fear,
Derrick Morgan,
Scott Walker,
Sällskapet,
La Düsseldorf,
The Grass Roots,
Swell Maps,
The Red Krayola,
Technova,
The Barracudas,
Harmonia,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fela Kuti,
The Gun Club,
Todd Rundgren,
The Pretty Things,
Eve St. Jones,
Eric Copeland,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Litter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tom Boy,
Ice-T,
The Star Department,
Jandek,
Grauzone,
Darondo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dead Boys,
Graham Central Station,
Ituana,
Nirvana,
Slave,
Bad Manners,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joe Finger,
The Invisible,
Eric B and Rakim,
Heaven 17,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soft Machine,
Al Stewart,
Buzzcocks,
The Move,
Skriet,
Marc Almond,
Clear Light,
Lucky Dragons,
Joey Negro,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.