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 Ethiopia and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Hoover to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gladiators,
Boredoms,
Sexual Harrassment,
T.S.O.L.,
Graham Central Station,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Gichy Dan,
Boz Scaggs,
Pharoah Sanders,
UT,
Kerri Chandler,
The Buckinghams,
Tropical Tobacco,
Interpol,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Move,
Gong,
Neil Young,
Hardrive,
Judy Mowatt,
Rites of Spring,
Gabor Szabo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grey Daturas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jerry's Kids,
Zapp,
The J.B.'s,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Can,
The Monks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Heaven 17,
Skarface,
Tomorrow,
Jacob Miller,
Fatback Band,
Rakim,
David Axelrod,
Duran Duran,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barry Ungar,
Khruangbin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Flag,
ABBA,
Fear,
Rhythm & Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alison Limerick,
Moss Icon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marc Almond,
Kas Product,
The Red Krayola,
Animal Collective,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.