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 Tonga and from Glasgow.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum 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 ABC to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Joey Negro,
Faraquet,
Inner City,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ponytail,
Scratch Acid,
Nick Fraelich,
Oneida,
The Red Krayola,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Five Americans,
Porter Ricks,
Clear Light,
X-Ray Spex,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Sonics,
Liliput,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fortunes,
The Cramps,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Young Marble Giants,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Beau Brummels,
Sound Behaviour,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Raincoats,
Rhythm & Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Black Dice,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ice-T,
The Durutti Column,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DNA,
AZ,
Magazine,
Lakeside,
Radio Birdman,
Crime,
The Buckinghams,
the Normal,
E-Dancer,
10cc,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Sherman,
the Human League,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Y Pants,
Icehouse,
Urselle,
Aswad,
China Crisis,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.