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 Iceland and from Shanghai.
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 London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 The Last Poets to the techno 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cowsills,
Lalann,
Arcadia,
Ronnie Foster,
Joy Division,
10cc,
Toni Rubio,
The Moleskins,
Matthew Halsall,
Khruangbin,
Donny Hathaway,
Jacob Miller,
The Moody Blues,
Echospace,
Jeru the Damaja,
L. Decosne,
Bang On A Can,
JFA,
The Zeros,
Shuggie Otis,
Sällskapet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
James White and The Blacks,
Moss Icon,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang Green,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gichy Dan,
Slick Rick,
The Five Americans,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ultra Naté,
Joyce Sims,
B.T. Express,
The Invisible,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Amon Düül II,
The Cure,
Basic Channel,
Thompson Twins,
Metal Thangz,
Crime,
The Tremeloes,
Silicon Teens,
Josef K,
Henry Cow,
Connie Case,
Black Bananas,
The Sonics,
The Red Krayola,
Reagan Youth,
The Vogues,
Royal Trux,
Barry Ungar,
DJ Sneak,
Terry Callier,
Hot Snakes,
Sister Nancy,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.