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 Guinea-Bissau and from Portland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the electroclash 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Buzzcocks,
Pussy Galore,
KRS-One,
Todd Terry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soft Cell,
Stereo Dub,
Dual Sessions,
Skaos,
The Index,
Black Moon,
The Sound,
The Residents,
Nick Fraelich,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camberwell Now,
Hot Snakes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Symarip,
Anthony Braxton,
Theoretical Girls,
Nils Olav,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Beau Brummels,
The Golliwogs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roger Hodgson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bad Manners,
Rekid,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Foxx,
The J.B.'s,
Metal Thangz,
The Real Kids,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Misunderstood,
U.S. Maple,
Robert Görl,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roy Ayers,
Spandau Ballet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Average White Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Technova,
Circle Jerks,
Boredoms,
The Fortunes,
Excepter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Thee Headcoats,
Wolf Eyes,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Names,
Eric Copeland,
kango's stein massive,
Liliput,
Drexciya,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.