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 Ivory Coast and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Adolescents to the crunk 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sex Pistols,
Funkadelic,
Nas,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultravox,
Talk Talk,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sun City Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Groovy Waters,
Shuggie Otis,
Funky Four + One,
The Cure,
Skarface,
Barry Ungar,
Nik Kershaw,
Average White Band,
Rites of Spring,
Jawbox,
Frankie Knuckles,
Big Daddy Kane,
Boogie Down Productions,
Amazonics,
Johnny Clarke,
Deadbeat,
Laurel Aitken,
Section 25,
Eli Mardock,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Modern Lovers,
Marvin Gaye,
Monks,
Minutemen,
The Fortunes,
Dark Day,
Dual Sessions,
Yaz,
Stereo Dub,
Tropical Tobacco,
Johnny Osbourne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mission of Burma,
Davy DMX,
Kayak,
Jacques Brel,
The Residents,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Bananas,
Smog,
Cluster,
Marmalade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Althea and Donna,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Danielle Patucci,
China Crisis,
Rod Modell,
Grey Daturas,
The Red Krayola,
Boz Scaggs,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.