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 Chad and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Durutti Column to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Arcadia,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Laurel Aitken,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nik Kershaw,
The Searchers,
Tim Buckley,
Cheater Slicks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ludus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Danielle Patucci,
Surgeon,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Velvet Underground,
The Dead C,
The Count Five,
Interpol,
Banda Bassotti,
Saccharine Trust,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Carl Craig,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Severed Heads,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dual Sessions,
Crooked Eye,
Letta Mbulu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jeff Lynne,
Shoche,
Iggy Pop,
The Smiths,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tears for Fears,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Popol Vuh,
Freddie Wadling,
Hot Snakes,
Todd Terry,
Joy Division,
Maleditus Sound,
Easy Going,
the Soft Cell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rites of Spring,
Von Mondo,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Birthday Party,
Absolute Body Control,
Oneida,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Liliput,
Bush Tetras,
Masters at Work,
Jandek,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
kango's stein massive,
X-Ray Spex,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.