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 Libya and from London.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Pagans,
Charles Mingus,
Index,
Skarface,
Aural Exciters,
Bronski Beat,
Fatback Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Blancmange,
Hashim,
Faust,
Cluster,
Jerry's Kids,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gil Scott Heron,
Henry Cow,
10cc,
Mo-Dettes,
Don Cherry,
Saccharine Trust,
Scan 7,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Real Kids,
Scion,
Tres Demented,
the Human League,
Kool Moe Dee,
James White and The Blacks,
Toni Rubio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scientists,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Sound,
The Pop Group,
John Coltrane,
Fat Boys,
Tomorrow,
JFA,
Bang On A Can,
Minny Pops,
Ponytail,
Motorama,
Girls At Our Best!,
Technova,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grauzone,
Organ,
Excepter,
Trumans Water,
The Kinks,
Con Funk Shun,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bauhaus,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Seeds,
DNA,
Black Pus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
New Order,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.