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 Luxembourg and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 OOIOO to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Carl Craig,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rites of Spring,
The Residents,
Q and Not U,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minutemen,
The Searchers,
Tres Demented,
Con Funk Shun,
UT,
The Fortunes,
Matthew Halsall,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Steve Hackett,
L. Decosne,
Infiniti,
48th St. Collective,
R.M.O.,
Easy Going,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Star Department,
Pulsallama,
The Count Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Banda Bassotti,
Andrew Hill,
Metal Thangz,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nas,
Subhumans,
Bluetip,
Jacob Miller,
The Red Krayola,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Grass Roots,
Pere Ubu,
Michelle Simonal,
Agent Orange,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
T. Rex,
One Last Wish,
Sixth Finger,
MDC,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Boz Scaggs,
Eddi Front,
Q65,
The Move,
Robert Görl,
The Standells,
The Associates,
The Happenings,
David McCallum,
The Names,
Morten Harket,
Average White Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.