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 Vanuatu and from Calgary.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Chris & Cosey to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Oblivians,
The Gladiators,
Au Pairs,
Symarip,
Man Parrish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Essential Logic,
Ice-T,
The Trojans,
Pierre Henry,
The Gun Club,
the Normal,
Audionom,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camouflage,
Lindisfarne,
Liliput,
Blossom Toes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Freddie Wadling,
Animal Collective,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Offenders,
Judy Mowatt,
Dark Day,
Roy Ayers,
Patti Smith,
Ituana,
KRS-One,
Underground Resistance,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barbara Tucker,
Kaleidoscope,
The Red Krayola,
The Searchers,
Easy Going,
The Wake,
Howard Jones,
Neu!,
Radiopuhelimet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Quando Quango,
X-101,
the Germs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deakin,
Brick,
Black Flag,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Busters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Stooges,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Doors,
Zero Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.