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 Cameroon and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 Dark Day to the disco 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Cheater Slicks,
The Misunderstood,
Mo-Dettes,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Durutti Column,
The Gun Club,
Maleditus Sound,
the Human League,
Das Ding,
The Slits,
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Hood,
ABBA,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Maurizio,
Basic Channel,
Symarip,
Kas Product,
Soft Machine,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pussy Galore,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eden Ahbez,
Groovy Waters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Grauzone,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobby Womack,
The Leaves,
Supertramp,
Al Stewart,
Joe Smooth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Association,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Flag,
Interpol,
Terry Callier,
the Soft Cell,
Minnie Riperton,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Trojans,
Roger Hodgson,
The Beau Brummels,
Clear Light,
Bobby Byrd,
Duran Duran,
Henry Cow,
Susan Cadogan,
Unwound,
The Blues Magoos,
The Divine Comedy,
Alice Coltrane,
Althea and Donna,
Siglo XX,
Kool Moe Dee,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.