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 Micronesia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Nico to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sonic Youth,
Basic Channel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Charles Mingus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Terry Callier,
the Association,
Scion,
Danielle Patucci,
The Monochrome Set,
The Pretty Things,
Delta 5,
Carl Craig,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roger Hodgson,
Eric Copeland,
E-Dancer,
Skarface,
Warren Ellis,
Todd Terry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aswad,
Average White Band,
Marc Almond,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Motions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Zero Boys,
The Searchers,
The Dead C,
Skriet,
Amazonics,
John Lydon,
JFA,
Scott Walker,
Kevin Saunderson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Swans,
Funky Four + One,
Stockholm Monsters,
Can,
The Golliwogs,
The Standells,
Junior Murvin,
Pole,
Sixth Finger,
The Techniques,
Johnny Clarke,
Roxette,
Hot Snakes,
the Soft Cell,
Alphaville,
The Beau Brummels,
DJ Style,
H. Thieme,
Lakeside,
Glenn Branca,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.