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 Russia and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Pussy Galore to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Matthew Bourne,
Agent Orange,
Brick,
Youth Brigade,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Duran Duran,
Excepter,
Interpol,
The Leaves,
R.M.O.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aaron Thompson,
Mr. Review,
OOIOO,
Second Layer,
Massinfluence,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Human League,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fad Gadget,
John Lydon,
The Skatalites,
Stiv Bators,
Girls At Our Best!,
Don Cherry,
Althea and Donna,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Saccharine Trust,
the Fania All-Stars,
Visage,
the Soft Cell,
Tears for Fears,
The Searchers,
Zero Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
The Smiths,
Soft Cell,
Eli Mardock,
Piero Umiliani,
The Stooges,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grey Daturas,
DJ Style,
Letta Mbulu,
Malaria!,
Swell Maps,
Cal Tjader,
Godley & Creme,
The Zeros,
Howard Jones,
Sun City Girls,
Scion,
Quantec,
Warren Ellis,
Au Pairs,
Dawn Penn,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.