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 Dominican Republic and from Philadelphia.
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 Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 Youth Brigade to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
The Trojans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultimate Spinach,
Skaos,
The Toasters,
Severed Heads,
Wasted Youth,
Moebius,
Panda Bear,
Quadrant,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Modern Lovers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Buckinghams,
OOIOO,
Warren Ellis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
T. Rex,
X-Ray Spex,
Eddi Front,
Khruangbin,
Godley & Creme,
Popol Vuh,
The Blackbyrds,
Porter Ricks,
Fat Boys,
Pylon,
DJ Sneak,
The Mojo Men,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fugazi,
The Selecter,
CMW,
Soft Machine,
H. Thieme,
ABBA,
China Crisis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dave Gahan,
Fatback Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Skriet,
Los Fastidios,
Sparks,
Todd Rundgren,
Mantronix,
Glenn Branca,
R.M.O.,
Nik Kershaw,
Television Personalities,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joensuu 1685,
Toni Rubio,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.