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 Monaco and from Glasgow.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Livin' Joy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grey Daturas,
Pere Ubu,
Porter Ricks,
Avey Tare,
Lindisfarne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Doors,
Panda Bear,
World's Most,
Ten City,
Cheater Slicks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scott Walker,
The Grass Roots,
Soft Machine,
kango's stein massive,
Maurizio,
The Pop Group,
Newcleus,
Black Moon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Motorama,
Electric Prunes,
The Tremeloes,
Quadrant,
Sandy B,
Animal Collective,
Charles Mingus,
Model 500,
Funky Four + One,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Litter,
Second Layer,
Flash Fearless,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Swans,
Gong,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stetsasonic,
The Young Rascals,
Siglo XX,
The Black Dice,
The Move,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultravox,
Sonic Youth,
Con Funk Shun,
Theoretical Girls,
Section 25,
MC5,
Albert Ayler,
The Fugs,
Symarip,
John Holt,
The Gap Band,
The Seeds,
Dead Boys,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.