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 Iraq and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the grunge 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Thompson Twins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rekid,
Warren Ellis,
Spoonie Gee,
Brothers Johnson,
Second Layer,
D'Angelo,
Lou Christie,
the Soft Cell,
Peter & Gordon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Mojo Men,
Thee Headcoats,
A Certain Ratio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Agitation Free,
Erykah Badu,
Andrew Hill,
The Kinks,
Funkadelic,
Fluxion,
Ohio Players,
Surgeon,
Blossom Toes,
Siglo XX,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Liliput,
The Searchers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kenny Larkin,
Anthony Braxton,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scan 7,
Young Marble Giants,
Parry Music,
L. Decosne,
Cluster,
Donny Hathaway,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grey Daturas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Trojans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kurtis Blow,
a-ha,
MDC,
Nico,
New Age Steppers,
Camouflage,
10cc,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pagans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Symarip,
MC5,
The Victims,
The Saints,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.