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 Burundi and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Zero Boys to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Leaves,
China Crisis,
The Fortunes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Sonics,
Franke,
Grandmaster Flash,
X-101,
FM Einheit,
Make Up,
Judy Mowatt,
Quantec,
Maleditus Sound,
David McCallum,
Swell Maps,
Qualms,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alice Coltrane,
Moby Grape,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Misunderstood,
One Last Wish,
Deepchord,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kas Product,
Severed Heads,
the Swans,
Hashim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Colin Newman,
The Skatalites,
48th St. Collective,
The Red Krayola,
Sound Behaviour,
Althea and Donna,
Stereo Dub,
Tres Demented,
D'Angelo,
Barry Ungar,
Godley & Creme,
Niagra,
Youth Brigade,
Albert Ayler,
Altered Images,
Crash Course in Science,
The Dead C,
Morten Harket,
Scott Walker,
Lakeside,
Boredoms,
Johnny Clarke,
Barbara Tucker,
Masters at Work,
The Fall,
Massinfluence,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.