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 Liberia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 Camouflage to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Flag,
The Smoke,
Peter & Gordon,
Swell Maps,
The Electric Prunes,
Vladislav Delay,
Danielle Patucci,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stiv Bators,
Tomorrow,
Blancmange,
Erasure,
Black Pus,
Loose Ends,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Subhumans,
Hardrive,
The Fall,
The Raincoats,
Michelle Simonal,
Joy Division,
Rakim,
These Immortal Souls,
Ken Boothe,
Junior Murvin,
Joensuu 1685,
Roger Hodgson,
Freddie Wadling,
Henry Cow,
Albert Ayler,
UT,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aswad,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Piero Umiliani,
Juan Atkins,
Skaos,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bauhaus,
Scrapy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Saccharine Trust,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Basic Channel,
Tubeway Army,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
L. Decosne,
Gong,
Bang On A Can,
LL Cool J,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bootsy Collins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Wake,
The Gladiators,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Toasters,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.