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 New Zealand and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 The Raincoats to the disco 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Soulsonic Force,
Fluxion,
The Cowsills,
The Invisible,
Pere Ubu,
Yusef Lateef,
Reagan Youth,
John Cale,
Roy Ayers,
The Zeros,
Kas Product,
Flipper,
This Heat,
CMW,
Al Stewart,
Idris Muhammad,
Slick Rick,
Sandy B,
Lalann,
Lightning Bolt,
Model 500,
The Monochrome Set,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Dirtbombs,
Ornette Coleman,
Toni Rubio,
Blossom Toes,
Marvin Gaye,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Lydon,
Prince Buster,
Qualms,
Terrestrial Tones,
Freddie Wadling,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nation of Ulysses,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minnie Riperton,
DJ Style,
The United States of America,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jandek,
The Names,
James White and The Blacks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Young Marble Giants,
Television,
Sound Behaviour,
Silicon Teens,
MDC,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Archie Shepp,
K-Klass,
Chrome,
Tom Boy,
Monolake,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Livin' Joy,
Sparks,
X-101,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.