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 Norway and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Zeros to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fire Engines,
Rapeman,
Peter & Gordon,
Zero Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
Toni Rubio,
Black Moon,
Thee Headcoats,
Blancmange,
Jandek,
The Neon Judgement,
Ronnie Foster,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scientists,
Magazine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dawn Penn,
Maurizio,
Lou Reed,
John Cale,
Swans,
The Raincoats,
Can,
Terrestrial Tones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Albert Ayler,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marc Almond,
L. Decosne,
The Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Motorama,
Spandau Ballet,
PIL,
The Monochrome Set,
K-Klass,
Scion,
Alison Limerick,
Isaac Hayes,
Bush Tetras,
Harpers Bizarre,
Clear Light,
Charles Mingus,
Nils Olav,
Lalann,
Magma,
The Zeros,
Warren Ellis,
Interpol,
Dual Sessions,
Cecil Taylor,
The Durutti Column,
Cymande,
Sixth Finger,
The Evens,
DJ Style,
Metal Thangz,
Radiopuhelimet,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.