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 India and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Moss Icon,
The Associates,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bill Wells,
Hasil Adkins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Angels of Light,
Joey Negro,
Bad Manners,
Royal Trux,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Durutti Column,
Tom Boy,
Thee Headcoats,
The Selecter,
Audionom,
Unwound,
The Smiths,
The Fortunes,
The Offenders,
Davy DMX,
Mad Mike,
Minny Pops,
Moebius,
Magma,
Chris & Cosey,
Absolute Body Control,
Lalann,
Ossler,
Pole,
Anthony Braxton,
Fat Boys,
Albert Ayler,
Kenny Larkin,
Subhumans,
Nils Olav,
Agitation Free,
Faust,
Chris Corsano,
Lungfish,
John Lydon,
The Human League,
Susan Cadogan,
Todd Rundgren,
Pagans,
Vladislav Delay,
Section 25,
Gang Gang Dance,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deakin,
Kayak,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bronski Beat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Loose Ends,
Essential Logic,
David Bowie,
Eurythmics,
Mission of Burma,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eric Dolphy,
Procol Harum,
Supertramp,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.