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 Belize and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Fear to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
The Happenings,
Black Moon,
Alton Ellis,
The Count Five,
The Birthday Party,
Ponytail,
Malaria!,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fire Engines,
Kurtis Blow,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Golliwogs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Spandau Ballet,
Reuben Wilson,
Trumans Water,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Angry Samoans,
Depeche Mode,
Graham Central Station,
Vladislav Delay,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lower 48,
Nation of Ulysses,
Moss Icon,
Whodini,
Rotary Connection,
Crime,
Arcadia,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Loose Ends,
Marc Almond,
Supertramp,
U.S. Maple,
Los Fastidios,
Mantronix,
Jeff Mills,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alison Limerick,
Little Man,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Inner City,
F. McDonald,
Terrestrial Tones,
Smog,
UT,
The Busters,
Mandrill,
Colin Newman,
Anakelly,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Model 500,
Eli Mardock,
Blake Baxter,
Pierre Henry,
Magazine,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.