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 Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 Judy Mowatt to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Kaleidoscope,
Ronan,
Cybotron,
Babytalk,
ABBA,
The Electric Prunes,
Amazonics,
the Human League,
The Vogues,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Doobie Brothers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Young Marble Giants,
Jandek,
Warsaw,
Sound Behaviour,
Rapeman,
John Foxx,
Jawbox,
Accadde A,
Terrestrial Tones,
Johnny Clarke,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Sonics,
X-101,
Das Ding,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
One Last Wish,
Terry Callier,
The Moleskins,
Rakim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Maurizio,
Whodini,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ludus,
Carl Craig,
Skarface,
Mandrill,
Mark Hollis,
New Age Steppers,
Saccharine Trust,
Godley & Creme,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Smog,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Durutti Column,
Amon Düül,
R.M.O.,
Barbara Tucker,
Chris Corsano,
Minor Threat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sällskapet,
Cheater Slicks,
Matthew Halsall,
Derrick May,
Massinfluence,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
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.