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 Belgium and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Fire Engines to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Marine Girls,
Swell Maps,
Scott Walker,
Q and Not U,
The Pop Group,
Sixth Finger,
The Mummies,
Quadrant,
The Zeros,
The Kinks,
the Swans,
Aaron Thompson,
Neu!,
The Trojans,
The Victims,
Intrusion,
Rotary Connection,
The Cramps,
La Düsseldorf,
Anthony Braxton,
Nik Kershaw,
The Leaves,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter and Kerry,
Monks,
Henry Cow,
Sparks,
PIL,
Marc Almond,
Donald Byrd,
Glenn Branca,
Shoche,
Kerri Chandler,
The Grass Roots,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dawn Penn,
Stetsasonic,
Robert Görl,
Radiohead,
Godley & Creme,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Normal,
Aural Exciters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Vainqueur,
Surgeon,
Scrapy,
Robert Wyatt,
The Residents,
The Flesh Eaters,
Von Mondo,
Patti Smith,
Black Flag,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roger Hodgson,
Colin Newman,
Easy Going,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eddi Front,
Cameo,
Marmalade,
Underground Resistance,
Flamin' Groovies,
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.