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 Slovenia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Wings to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Ronan,
Simply Red,
Maleditus Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Oblivians,
Curtis Mayfield,
Anakelly,
Monks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jeff Lynne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Niagra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ornette Coleman,
ABC,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Leonard Cohen,
Nick Fraelich,
Quantec,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DJ Sneak,
D'Angelo,
The Barracudas,
Sun City Girls,
Lower 48,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sight & Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
Sam Rivers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sonny Sharrock,
Drexciya,
Terry Callier,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
James White and The Blacks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Doors,
Hardrive,
The Beau Brummels,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marc Almond,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soul Sonic Force,
Spoonie Gee,
Aaron Thompson,
Pussy Galore,
The Offenders,
These Immortal Souls,
Agitation Free,
Agent Orange,
Lucky Dragons,
the Slits,
The United States of America,
Robert Hood,
Wally Richardson,
Y Pants,
Scan 7,
The Slits,
Pylon,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.