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 Togo and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
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 marimba 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 Piero Umiliani to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Y Pants,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cecil Taylor,
The Evens,
Television Personalities,
Robert Wyatt,
Jerry's Kids,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Icehouse,
Little Man,
Scan 7,
Connie Case,
Yaz,
Qualms,
Blossom Toes,
Jeff Lynne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Index,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Simply Red,
The Count Five,
The Angels of Light,
Rekid,
The Gories,
In Retrospect,
Don Cherry,
Niagra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Pus,
Gabor Szabo,
Eli Mardock,
The United States of America,
Tres Demented,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dawn Penn,
Camberwell Now,
Morten Harket,
Matthew Bourne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Neil Young,
The Young Rascals,
The Pop Group,
Magma,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gregory Isaacs,
The New Christs,
Minutemen,
The Skatalites,
The Cure,
Kaleidoscope,
PIL,
Echospace,
Cameo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Danielle Patucci,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.