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 Vietnam and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Skriet to the electroclash 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
The Evens,
Mission of Burma,
Livin' Joy,
Trumans Water,
Negative Approach,
Deadbeat,
Carl Craig,
Cecil Taylor,
Spoonie Gee,
Toni Rubio,
Porter Ricks,
Young Marble Giants,
Cybotron,
Don Cherry,
Theoretical Girls,
The Toasters,
Peter & Gordon,
The Golliwogs,
10cc,
Connie Case,
Slave,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Index,
Warren Ellis,
The Slits,
Scan 7,
The Gun Club,
The Kinks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Terry Callier,
Soul II Soul,
Duran Duran,
Youth Brigade,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Siglo XX,
Intrusion,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dawn Penn,
MDC,
Joe Smooth,
Kayak,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Moebius,
The Moleskins,
Althea and Donna,
Thee Headcoats,
Leonard Cohen,
The Young Rascals,
The Searchers,
Marcia Griffiths,
FM Einheit,
The Gap Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Q and Not U,
the Swans,
Y Pants,
Marc Almond,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mad Mike,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.