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 East Timor and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
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 harpsichord 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 Intrusion to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Vladislav Delay,
The Sonics,
Yaz,
Das Ding,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Johnny Clarke,
Circle Jerks,
Sällskapet,
June Days,
Marine Girls,
Rotary Connection,
Rites of Spring,
Faust,
LL Cool J,
The Searchers,
Soul II Soul,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Severed Heads,
Rosa Yemen,
Bauhaus,
Robert Wyatt,
Easy Going,
Newcleus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crash Course in Science,
Pharoah Sanders,
Simply Red,
Swell Maps,
Delon & Dalcan,
Man Parrish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sandy B,
The Fugs,
Pet Shop Boys,
ABBA,
Q and Not U,
Japan,
Minny Pops,
The Angels of Light,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fire Engines,
Howard Jones,
Godley & Creme,
Moby Grape,
Scrapy,
OOIOO,
Mantronix,
Sound Behaviour,
Nik Kershaw,
The Black Dice,
Oblivians,
Stetsasonic,
AZ,
Zapp,
The Smoke,
David Bowie,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.