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 Tuvalu and from Shanghai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 Quantec to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
The Buckinghams,
Crooked Eye,
Dorothy Ashby,
Organ,
Rapeman,
Connie Case,
Radio Birdman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scion,
DNA,
Procol Harum,
Bill Wells,
FM Einheit,
Sonic Youth,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Names,
James White and The Blacks,
Oneida,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
B.T. Express,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Detroit Cobras,
T. Rex,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Suburban Knight,
Ice-T,
Nico,
The Move,
E-Dancer,
the Bar-Kays,
Aloha Tigers,
Charles Mingus,
Oblivians,
Los Fastidios,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sam Rivers,
China Crisis,
Mr. Review,
Dave Gahan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Evens,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sixth Finger,
Magma,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mojo Men,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Con Funk Shun,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Slick Rick,
Toni Rubio,
Circle Jerks,
Cameo,
The Gap Band,
John Foxx,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lalann,
Roy Ayers,
Alphaville,
Pulsallama,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.