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 Gambia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord 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 Warsaw to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pantaleimon,
Quadrant,
Supertramp,
the Bar-Kays,
The Selecter,
the Swans,
The Toasters,
Ten City,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Motions,
Royal Trux,
Moby Grape,
Todd Terry,
James White and The Blacks,
Minnie Riperton,
Brothers Johnson,
Radiohead,
Connie Case,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Icehouse,
Crispian St. Peters,
Prince Buster,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pylon,
The Last Poets,
Godley & Creme,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fat Boys,
The Pretty Things,
The Happenings,
Barrington Levy,
UT,
The Busters,
Neil Young,
Reagan Youth,
OOIOO,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pulsallama,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nick Fraelich,
The Five Americans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Flag,
Michelle Simonal,
Ken Boothe,
The Stooges,
E-Dancer,
The Sonics,
Masters at Work,
Heaven 17,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Sound,
The Cowsills,
The Standells,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Monks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.