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 Italy and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Radio Birdman to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
The Selecter,
The Sonics,
cv313,
The Mojo Men,
the Sonics,
Lalann,
Circle Jerks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Swell Maps,
The Gories,
EPMD,
Danielle Patucci,
John Lydon,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Move,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aural Exciters,
Supertramp,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Monks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Misunderstood,
The Electric Prunes,
The Moleskins,
Nick Fraelich,
Dawn Penn,
Skaos,
Slick Rick,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fall,
The Index,
The Stooges,
The Blackbyrds,
Bush Tetras,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lucky Dragons,
Terry Callier,
MC5,
Marmalade,
Fad Gadget,
Surgeon,
Bad Manners,
Accadde A,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wings,
The Techniques,
Wolf Eyes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ponytail,
Freddie Wadling,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Tremeloes,
Swans,
Absolute Body Control,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Walker Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.