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 Chile and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Section 25 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Mandrill,
The Fugs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bootsy Collins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Music Machine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Delta 5,
Parry Music,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tomorrow,
John Lydon,
The Modern Lovers,
Mr. Review,
Matthew Halsall,
Moby Grape,
John Cale,
The Real Kids,
Cybotron,
Kool Moe Dee,
Livin' Joy,
Lyres,
Thompson Twins,
Agitation Free,
One Last Wish,
Slick Rick,
Zapp,
Das Ding,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Slave,
The Sisters of Mercy,
EPMD,
Freddie Wadling,
Idris Muhammad,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Five Americans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minor Threat,
The Walker Brothers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeff Lynne,
Erykah Badu,
Adolescents,
Tim Buckley,
Letta Mbulu,
Eve St. Jones,
Andrew Hill,
Newcleus,
Howard Jones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fatback Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.