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 Solomon Islands and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Scion to the punk 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Iggy Pop,
MDC,
Terry Callier,
Minutemen,
The Dirtbombs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hoover,
Colin Newman,
Davy DMX,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sugar Minott,
Nirvana,
The Smoke,
Jeff Mills,
Infiniti,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Matthew Halsall,
Brick,
Audionom,
The Real Kids,
Arthur Verocai,
The Divine Comedy,
Sun City Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Gerry Rafferty,
Model 500,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ituana,
Scott Walker,
Moss Icon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Green,
Popol Vuh,
LL Cool J,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pole,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wings,
Skarface,
Bill Near,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joe Finger,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nils Olav,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Buckinghams,
The Mummies,
Mission of Burma,
Sex Pistols,
Sound Behaviour,
The Human League,
The Stooges,
Wire,
Piero Umiliani,
Desert Stars,
Jesper Dahlback,
Robert Görl,
Vainqueur,
Scientists,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.