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 Jordan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Cure to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Inner City,
The Gladiators,
Interpol,
Barclay James Harvest,
Echospace,
Thompson Twins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Moby Grape,
B.T. Express,
The Offenders,
The Dead C,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Malaria!,
The Knickerbockers,
Joensuu 1685,
Qualms,
Essential Logic,
Ultra Naté,
New Order,
Arthur Verocai,
These Immortal Souls,
Tim Buckley,
Lucky Dragons,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Blancmange,
Shoche,
Symarip,
Basic Channel,
F. McDonald,
Yaz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cal Tjader,
The New Christs,
June Days,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Happenings,
Sun City Girls,
Faraquet,
Eve St. Jones,
Marc Almond,
Agent Orange,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
X-101,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joey Negro,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Foxx,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Count Five,
Smog,
Joe Finger,
Sandy B,
Funkadelic,
Max Romeo,
Newcleus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Television,
The Standells,
Connie Case,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.