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 Japan and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Stockholm Monsters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Absolute Body Control,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Q and Not U,
John Lydon,
Roxy Music,
LL Cool J,
Khruangbin,
Grauzone,
Tommy Roe,
The Seeds,
Tomorrow,
Gabor Szabo,
The Techniques,
Suburban Knight,
Fear,
The Selecter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Litter,
PIL,
Crooked Eye,
Bill Near,
Aaron Thompson,
Index,
John Holt,
Monolake,
June Days,
Marvin Gaye,
The Real Kids,
Tubeway Army,
Yazoo,
Bob Dylan,
Faraquet,
Smog,
Joe Finger,
Cal Tjader,
The Monochrome Set,
The Slits,
the Swans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nico,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Anakelly,
David Bowie,
Alice Coltrane,
MC5,
Animal Collective,
Rufus Thomas,
Pussy Galore,
Erykah Badu,
Brick,
Essential Logic,
Royal Trux,
Wally Richardson,
Minor Threat,
Ronnie Foster,
Masters at Work,
Scratch Acid,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.