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 Burundi and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron 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 Joyce Sims to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Cluster,
Stereo Dub,
Marmalade,
the Human League,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nik Kershaw,
Audionom,
Motorama,
F. McDonald,
The Slackers,
Eve St. Jones,
In Retrospect,
The Dirtbombs,
Rotary Connection,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Neon Judgement,
Lalo Schifrin,
James White and The Blacks,
Lakeside,
Scott Walker,
Maurizio,
Joyce Sims,
The Gories,
Rekid,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pere Ubu,
Stetsasonic,
Jawbox,
Easy Going,
Minutemen,
Sam Rivers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Intrusion,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eden Ahbez,
Funkadelic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kaleidoscope,
The Searchers,
Section 25,
Visage,
Tommy Roe,
Sandy B,
The Walker Brothers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Foxx,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Von Mondo,
Pantytec,
Graham Central Station,
U.S. Maple,
Icehouse,
The Music Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
Circle Jerks,
Supertramp,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.