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 Croatia and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Nico to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Adolescents,
Wolf Eyes,
Subhumans,
Neil Young,
Godley & Creme,
The Techniques,
Amazonics,
The Cure,
Henry Cow,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fall,
Joyce Sims,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brick,
The Kinks,
Toni Rubio,
Drexciya,
Electric Light Orchestra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bronski Beat,
Freddie Wadling,
U.S. Maple,
Reuben Wilson,
Babytalk,
Neu!,
Dawn Penn,
Prince Buster,
Roxette,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tim Buckley,
David McCallum,
The Electric Prunes,
Chrome,
Symarip,
Sound Behaviour,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
New Age Steppers,
Bauhaus,
Oneida,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bang On A Can,
Gong,
Amon Düül,
Liliput,
The J.B.'s,
Deepchord,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Funky Four + One,
Yaz,
Sun Ra,
Gang Green,
Oblivians,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eric Dolphy,
Porter Ricks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dual Sessions,
the Sonics,
Fluxion,
Joensuu 1685,
Sällskapet,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.