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 Vanuatu and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar 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 Duran Duran to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Martian,
Crash Course in Science,
The Skatalites,
Nils Olav,
Radiopuhelimet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mandrill,
The Pop Group,
Tubeway Army,
Magma,
Traffic Nightmare,
Drive Like Jehu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bauhaus,
X-Ray Spex,
10cc,
Steve Hackett,
Mark Hollis,
Flipper,
Niagra,
The Barracudas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moby Grape,
Tommy Roe,
Althea and Donna,
Main Source,
The Litter,
Kas Product,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minny Pops,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rakim,
Cymande,
Bluetip,
Deepchord,
Sparks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wire,
Buzzcocks,
The Invisible,
Rufus Thomas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Man Parrish,
Glenn Branca,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fat Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultra Naté,
Icehouse,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eve St. Jones,
Mr. Review,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Freddie Wadling,
Newcleus,
Hashim,
Swell Maps,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.