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 Tonga and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 Flipper to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Bill Wells,
Adolescents,
Gabor Szabo,
Amazonics,
Goldenarms,
David Axelrod,
Nico,
Robert Hood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
June Days,
The Move,
Dual Sessions,
Sam Rivers,
Soft Cell,
Electric Prunes,
The Cramps,
The Doobie Brothers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kurtis Blow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Blossom Toes,
Agent Orange,
Gang of Four,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pylon,
Minor Threat,
David McCallum,
D'Angelo,
John Lydon,
Patti Smith,
The Names,
Wasted Youth,
Maleditus Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Audionom,
Lightning Bolt,
Duran Duran,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brand Nubian,
Prince Buster,
Mad Mike,
Gang Starr,
The Techniques,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eden Ahbez,
The Smiths,
Harry Pussy,
Davy DMX,
Negative Approach,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sparks,
Eve St. Jones,
Skriet,
Jawbox,
Black Bananas,
Saccharine Trust,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ituana,
Slick Rick,
Rekid,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.