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 Cameroon and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Minor Threat to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Sight & Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Suburban Knight,
Swell Maps,
Nils Olav,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Smiths,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marine Girls,
Chris Corsano,
The J.B.'s,
Shoche,
Ornette Coleman,
Skaos,
The Index,
OOIOO,
Juan Atkins,
Fear,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deepchord,
The Techniques,
The Monks,
Cluster,
Godley & Creme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ludus,
In Retrospect,
Visage,
The American Breed,
Bang On A Can,
Infiniti,
The Wake,
AZ,
Main Source,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Star Department,
Monolake,
Todd Terry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crooked Eye,
Stereo Dub,
Barclay James Harvest,
Theoretical Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Glenn Branca,
Radio Birdman,
Lebanon Hanover,
One Last Wish,
David Axelrod,
Japan,
Hardrive,
Eric Dolphy,
cv313,
The Music Machine,
Panda Bear,
Jandek,
Outsiders,
The Modern Lovers,
Roxy Music,
The Vogues,
The Flesh Eaters,
T.S.O.L.,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.