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 Korea North and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone 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?
Moss Icon,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mo-Dettes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The American Breed,
Skaos,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aswad,
Ronnie Foster,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bush Tetras,
Charles Mingus,
Fugazi,
Minor Threat,
Scientists,
Gang Starr,
Harmonia,
Siglo XX,
John Lydon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Young Rascals,
Soulsonic Force,
Barbara Tucker,
Vainqueur,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pagans,
Scratch Acid,
The Mojo Men,
The Divine Comedy,
Slick Rick,
Gang Gang Dance,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radio Birdman,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Trojans,
Boredoms,
Brick,
R.M.O.,
Buzzcocks,
The Selecter,
kango's stein massive,
Young Marble Giants,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cybotron,
Rapeman,
Second Layer,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Techniques,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Victims,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Swell Maps,
Peter & Gordon,
Oblivians,
The Fall,
The Gladiators,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Massinfluence,
The Buckinghams,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.