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 Marshall Islands and from Columbus.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Section 25,
Lou Reed,
Sun Ra,
Crash Course in Science,
Bill Wells,
The Five Americans,
Popol Vuh,
Fad Gadget,
Todd Terry,
the Soft Cell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scott Walker,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Zeros,
Saccharine Trust,
Aural Exciters,
Livin' Joy,
Bluetip,
Vladislav Delay,
Silicon Teens,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lakeside,
The Mojo Men,
Faust,
Animal Collective,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Angry Samoans,
Eve St. Jones,
John Holt,
The Smiths,
The Black Dice,
Soul II Soul,
Derrick May,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jacques Brel,
a-ha,
Lebanon Hanover,
Robert Wyatt,
The Knickerbockers,
Yazoo,
Siglo XX,
John Cale,
Liliput,
Dead Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Steve Hackett,
The Busters,
Monks,
Half Japanese,
Aloha Tigers,
X-Ray Spex,
Babytalk,
Zero Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tropical Tobacco,
AZ,
Bobby Sherman,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.