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 Ukraine and from Lille.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 48th St. Collective to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
June Days,
Jesper Dahlback,
MDC,
Ultravox,
Japan,
Altered Images,
The J.B.'s,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
CMW,
Jandek,
Soft Cell,
Nils Olav,
10cc,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gichy Dan,
Banda Bassotti,
The Zeros,
The Dead C,
June of 44,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nik Kershaw,
The Searchers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Monks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Magma,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fire Engines,
Tom Boy,
Brothers Johnson,
Sällskapet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cymande,
Curtis Mayfield,
Q65,
Harry Pussy,
Oblivians,
Ultimate Spinach,
Freddie Wadling,
Fugazi,
Connie Case,
Lindisfarne,
the Sonics,
The Misunderstood,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Model 500,
Moss Icon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Make Up,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jimmy McGriff,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Graham Central Station,
Surgeon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Leonard Cohen,
Ronnie Foster,
Patti Smith,
Juan Atkins,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.