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 Argentina and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the funk 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Magma,
Vladislav Delay,
Symarip,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Pretty Things,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Thompson Twins,
Danielle Patucci,
Soul Sonic Force,
Agitation Free,
Cybotron,
The Fire Engines,
Trumans Water,
B.T. Express,
Skriet,
L. Decosne,
Icehouse,
Kool Moe Dee,
Leonard Cohen,
Nirvana,
Yellowson,
Shoche,
Boz Scaggs,
The Vogues,
Graham Central Station,
Marmalade,
The Motions,
Roxette,
The Associates,
Royal Trux,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sam Rivers,
Lungfish,
Flipper,
The Residents,
The Blues Magoos,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric Dolphy,
Jawbox,
The Beau Brummels,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Sound,
Easy Going,
Lou Christie,
the Sonics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scrapy,
Sugar Minott,
Hoover,
Wire,
Slick Rick,
Blake Baxter,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Kinks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Be Bop Deluxe,
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.