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 Azerbaijan and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 the Human League to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Christie,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Durutti Column,
Neu!,
Josef K,
Bootsy Collins,
Alton Ellis,
The Tremeloes,
Amon Düül II,
X-Ray Spex,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Suburban Knight,
Brick,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Pus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brass Construction,
Banda Bassotti,
X-101,
Ossler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fatback Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aaron Thompson,
The Slackers,
Thee Headcoats,
Ice-T,
the Sonics,
Marc Almond,
Patti Smith,
The Seeds,
The Names,
Dennis Brown,
The Black Dice,
Chris Corsano,
One Last Wish,
James White and The Blacks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Talk Talk,
Thompson Twins,
Mad Mike,
Main Source,
Panda Bear,
The Standells,
The Cowsills,
Ohio Players,
The Stooges,
Big Daddy Kane,
Adolescents,
Flipper,
Minny Pops,
the Germs,
The Dead C,
Shoche,
Brothers Johnson,
Y Pants,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.