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 Korea North and from Taipei.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Moss Icon to the disco 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Banda Bassotti,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kaleidoscope,
Bill Near,
Skarface,
Scratch Acid,
Minutemen,
The Smoke,
Faust,
The Smiths,
Pagans,
Oblivians,
The Divine Comedy,
Urselle,
Animal Collective,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cramps,
Darondo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Index,
The Fire Engines,
Eli Mardock,
The Moleskins,
Dark Day,
Sam Rivers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minny Pops,
MDC,
Neil Young,
Swell Maps,
Kenny Larkin,
June of 44,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lindisfarne,
Warren Ellis,
a-ha,
Chris Corsano,
Fluxion,
Sällskapet,
The Dead C,
Mars,
Cymande,
X-Ray Spex,
Letta Mbulu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roxy Music,
Fear,
Average White Band,
Infiniti,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Babytalk,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Victims,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Buzzcocks,
Sarah Menescal,
Wolf Eyes,
Yusef Lateef,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.