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 Morocco and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Grey Daturas to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Dennis Brown,
Panda Bear,
Reuben Wilson,
Silicon Teens,
Icehouse,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Black Dice,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tres Demented,
The Five Americans,
The Misunderstood,
Mantronix,
The Wake,
Eli Mardock,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
AZ,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bill Near,
Talk Talk,
Das Ding,
Vainqueur,
Roxette,
Alice Coltrane,
Albert Ayler,
the Sonics,
Fad Gadget,
the Normal,
Sight & Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Vladislav Delay,
Danielle Patucci,
Monolake,
T. Rex,
Harry Pussy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joey Negro,
Nirvana,
MDC,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alison Limerick,
Desert Stars,
Donald Byrd,
Echospace,
CMW,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soft Cell,
Hashim,
Lakeside,
The Remains,
Bill Wells,
Ultra Naté,
Connie Case,
Althea and Donna,
Accadde A,
The Slits,
Sandy B,
The Golliwogs,
The Walker Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.