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 Paraguay and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Lyres to the disco 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sonic Youth,
Guru Guru,
Eric Copeland,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Doobie Brothers,
Funkadelic,
The Standells,
the Soft Cell,
The Divine Comedy,
Stetsasonic,
Hoover,
Ohio Players,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Al Stewart,
Pulsallama,
The Slackers,
Bobby Sherman,
Wasted Youth,
Dawn Penn,
Max Romeo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Erasure,
10cc,
Animal Collective,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare,
Soft Cell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fugs,
Rod Modell,
Japan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kerrie Biddell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mandrill,
Terrestrial Tones,
Quadrant,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Dirtbombs,
The Star Department,
Brass Construction,
Jacob Miller,
The Remains,
Kurtis Blow,
Grauzone,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dual Sessions,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Outsiders,
The Trojans,
Moss Icon,
Tears for Fears,
the Bar-Kays,
Cymande,
Warsaw,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roxette,
The Seeds,
Barrington Levy,
Patti Smith,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.