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 Cuba and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord 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 Eddi Front to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Dave Gahan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Can,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alison Limerick,
PIL,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ronnie Foster,
Banda Bassotti,
The Sonics,
Theoretical Girls,
Joy Division,
L. Decosne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
E-Dancer,
Scion,
Suicide,
Mars,
Scan 7,
The Misunderstood,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aaron Thompson,
Urselle,
Joe Finger,
Niagra,
Lou Reed,
Smog,
Index,
Saccharine Trust,
The American Breed,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Graham Central Station,
Oblivians,
Anakelly,
Agitation Free,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gladiators,
Lyres,
Fad Gadget,
Andrew Hill,
Scratch Acid,
Barbara Tucker,
Supertramp,
Public Enemy,
Judy Mowatt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Count Five,
Crispy Ambulance,
Oneida,
Janne Schatter,
Ituana,
Soul II Soul,
Josef K,
Silicon Teens,
Ultra Naté,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
David Bowie,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.