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 Samoa and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 Stetsasonic to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bush Tetras,
ABBA,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nik Kershaw,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Man Parrish,
Unrelated Segments,
The Remains,
The Mojo Men,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Divine Comedy,
Sällskapet,
The Star Department,
Black Flag,
The Gun Club,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Neu!,
EPMD,
Moby Grape,
Steve Hackett,
Derrick Morgan,
The American Breed,
Joe Finger,
The Moleskins,
Anthony Braxton,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Music Machine,
The Tremeloes,
Brass Construction,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Peter & Gordon,
Theoretical Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Electric Prunes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Silicon Teens,
Robert Hood,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cramps,
New Order,
Aloha Tigers,
Cal Tjader,
Ronnie Foster,
Severed Heads,
Fela Kuti,
Wings,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joy Division,
Duran Duran,
The Motions,
Eve St. Jones,
X-101,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Beau Brummels,
Skriet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.