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 Singapore and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Eve St. Jones 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Bad Manners,
Warsaw,
Half Japanese,
B.T. Express,
Aural Exciters,
the Swans,
Crash Course in Science,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bronski Beat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Babytalk,
The Angels of Light,
The Associates,
the Soft Cell,
The American Breed,
Funkadelic,
Stetsasonic,
Matthew Halsall,
Fat Boys,
T. Rex,
The Pop Group,
Q65,
Heaven 17,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deepchord,
Chris & Cosey,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soul II Soul,
New Age Steppers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Can,
Alison Limerick,
Television,
Thompson Twins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Robert Görl,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tears for Fears,
Eric Copeland,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Grey Daturas,
Cluster,
Easy Going,
The Count Five,
Dennis Brown,
Cameo,
Barry Ungar,
Little Man,
Wire,
Adolescents,
Oblivians,
Chris Corsano,
Gang Green,
Sällskapet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Visage,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.