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 Antigua and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Nation of Ulysses 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mark Hollis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Talk Talk,
Oblivians,
Niagra,
Fluxion,
MDC,
Lou Reed,
Moby Grape,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pole,
New York Dolls,
Sugar Minott,
Tubeway Army,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Danielle Patucci,
Section 25,
Michelle Simonal,
DNA,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Steve Hackett,
Marvin Gaye,
Brick,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Sherman,
Swans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
EPMD,
Sparks,
The Selecter,
Easy Going,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultravox,
Lindisfarne,
ABBA,
Crash Course in Science,
Kaleidoscope,
La Düsseldorf,
The Sonics,
Rufus Thomas,
the Human League,
the Germs,
Panda Bear,
Minutemen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Erykah Badu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joey Negro,
Clear Light,
Mr. Review,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Negative Approach,
Warren Ellis,
Royal Trux,
The Five Americans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mandrill,
Intrusion,
The Pop Group,
Eve St. Jones,
The Residents,
The Cowsills,
Vladislav Delay,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.