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 Cyprus and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
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 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 grunge 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Howard Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Slave,
Section 25,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jacques Brel,
Wally Richardson,
Sällskapet,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fall,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grey Daturas,
Urselle,
Chris Corsano,
Morten Harket,
The Fugs,
Roxy Music,
Siglo XX,
Kas Product,
D'Angelo,
Toni Rubio,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang Starr,
Juan Atkins,
Pole,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gories,
Traffic Nightmare,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultravox,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Faraquet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
One Last Wish,
The Last Poets,
Girls At Our Best!,
Banda Bassotti,
Junior Murvin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
June of 44,
Outsiders,
Absolute Body Control,
Charles Mingus,
John Cale,
Roxette,
Amon Düül II,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Janne Schatter,
Nico,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minor Threat,
Barbara Tucker,
Franke,
Fear,
Au Pairs,
Sarah Menescal,
Reuben Wilson,
Mr. Review,
Bronski Beat,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.