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 Ukraine and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar 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 Red Krayola to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeff Mills,
The Sound,
Skarface,
Skriet,
Rotary Connection,
The Fortunes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Sonics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Birthday Party,
Essential Logic,
Harmonia,
Radiohead,
Joey Negro,
Jacob Miller,
The Smoke,
Sugar Minott,
Bad Manners,
X-Ray Spex,
Pere Ubu,
Make Up,
Harry Pussy,
Thompson Twins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Echospace,
Agitation Free,
Ponytail,
Fad Gadget,
Cal Tjader,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rites of Spring,
The Zeros,
Suicide,
Stetsasonic,
Minny Pops,
Flipper,
Negative Approach,
Marc Almond,
The Techniques,
Malaria!,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lyres,
Zapp,
Leonard Cohen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Massinfluence,
Roxy Music,
Fear,
Connie Case,
Arab on Radar,
Accadde A,
One Last Wish,
The Names,
Gerry Rafferty,
Metal Thangz,
Sister Nancy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tim Buckley,
Glenn Branca,
Lindisfarne,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.