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 Afghanistan and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Skaos to the grunge 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang Starr,
Bronski Beat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Archie Shepp,
La Düsseldorf,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cure,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oneida,
Cluster,
Shoche,
Aural Exciters,
Letta Mbulu,
Terry Callier,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pharoah Sanders,
This Heat,
Moby Grape,
The Detroit Cobras,
Henry Cow,
Dennis Brown,
The Beau Brummels,
Icehouse,
Make Up,
Jacques Brel,
Marc Almond,
Soul II Soul,
10cc,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
L. Decosne,
Blake Baxter,
The Residents,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rosa Yemen,
Saccharine Trust,
Quando Quango,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ronan,
June Days,
Talk Talk,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
David McCallum,
The Gap Band,
John Lydon,
Donny Hathaway,
Josef K,
The Cowsills,
New Order,
The Star Department,
JFA,
The Sonics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Flesh Eaters,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.