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 France and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Lyres,
Rapeman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camberwell Now,
Qualms,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Morten Harket,
Scientists,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brick,
Panda Bear,
the Slits,
The Last Poets,
Public Image Ltd.,
Quando Quango,
Simply Red,
Aloha Tigers,
Altered Images,
The Real Kids,
F. McDonald,
Circle Jerks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mo-Dettes,
Pulsallama,
Tubeway Army,
Amon Düül,
Cymande,
Junior Murvin,
Outsiders,
Youth Brigade,
Metal Thangz,
Zapp,
Model 500,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Das Ding,
Toni Rubio,
Max Romeo,
Ornette Coleman,
The Count Five,
Harry Pussy,
Tim Buckley,
Grauzone,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Remains,
the Germs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Basic Channel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
This Heat,
Dennis Brown,
Pylon,
Bluetip,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
L. Decosne,
The Vogues,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Pus,
Lalann,
Newcleus,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.