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 Maldives and from Taipei.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bluetip,
Peter & Gordon,
Flash Fearless,
Avey Tare,
Quantec,
Mark Hollis,
Sam Rivers,
Michelle Simonal,
Erykah Badu,
U.S. Maple,
Adolescents,
The United States of America,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Matthew Halsall,
Cameo,
Byron Stingily,
Depeche Mode,
The Shadows of Knight,
Flamin' Groovies,
Duran Duran,
Harry Pussy,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Human League,
ABC,
Aural Exciters,
Albert Ayler,
Eric Copeland,
Qualms,
David McCallum,
Stiv Bators,
Drive Like Jehu,
Drexciya,
DJ Sneak,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brand Nubian,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Arthur Verocai,
The Angels of Light,
Eddi Front,
Essential Logic,
Piero Umiliani,
Ituana,
the Soft Cell,
The Monochrome Set,
The Young Rascals,
Donald Byrd,
Subhumans,
Roxette,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roger Hodgson,
Joensuu 1685,
Q and Not U,
Al Stewart,
Jeff Lynne,
Half Japanese,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.