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 Iran and from Edmonton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Yaz to the grunge 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Josef K,
The Index,
A Certain Ratio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Human League,
Ken Boothe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alphaville,
Rotary Connection,
Alton Ellis,
Derrick May,
T. Rex,
June of 44,
Tom Boy,
The Dirtbombs,
Pylon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grandmaster Flash,
Urselle,
Crime,
Ludus,
Brand Nubian,
Panda Bear,
Joe Finger,
Chrome,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Donny Hathaway,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Trumans Water,
Ituana,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scratch Acid,
Arthur Verocai,
Sonic Youth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Reed,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Byrd,
Godley & Creme,
Scientists,
Suicide,
Kurtis Blow,
Ronnie Foster,
a-ha,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Toasters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Little Man,
The Angels of Light,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Byron Stingily,
T.S.O.L.,
Y Pants,
Zapp,
Main Source,
Roxette,
Swans,
Jacob Miller,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.