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 Romania and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
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 harpsichord 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 Ponytail to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Minor Threat,
The Remains,
Girls At Our Best!,
Intrusion,
The Residents,
Bluetip,
Bobby Sherman,
Average White Band,
ABBA,
The Names,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Velvet Underground,
John Foxx,
Slave,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Moody Blues,
Rakim,
Nils Olav,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dave Gahan,
Newcleus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rufus Thomas,
Carl Craig,
Skriet,
Deepchord,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Stooges,
Michelle Simonal,
Loose Ends,
The Real Kids,
Moby Grape,
Funkadelic,
Hashim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kevin Saunderson,
JFA,
Maleditus Sound,
The Motions,
Moebius,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minutemen,
the Normal,
The Skatalites,
the Germs,
Desert Stars,
Slick Rick,
Sex Pistols,
Black Pus,
Basic Channel,
T. Rex,
Banda Bassotti,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Moon,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.