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 Laos and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 June of 44 to the dance 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Faust,
Spandau Ballet,
Wally Richardson,
Malaria!,
Masters at Work,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aural Exciters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dead C,
Ponytail,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Zeros,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Avey Tare,
Amon Düül,
Scan 7,
The Toasters,
Bronski Beat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scientists,
Q and Not U,
Harpers Bizarre,
Simply Red,
The Knickerbockers,
Unwound,
Minutemen,
Stetsasonic,
Soulsonic Force,
Tommy Roe,
New Order,
Robert Wyatt,
Eve St. Jones,
The Selecter,
Magma,
Kurtis Blow,
Franke,
The New Christs,
Monks,
The Velvet Underground,
Interpol,
Aloha Tigers,
The Golliwogs,
Kas Product,
John Holt,
Shoche,
China Crisis,
Byron Stingily,
The American Breed,
Scrapy,
The Vogues,
Nick Fraelich,
Radiohead,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Procol Harum,
Boredoms,
MDC,
Quadrant,
The Star Department,
Ituana,
Wire,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.