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 Oman and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar 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 Inner City to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Maleditus Sound,
Excepter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Electric Prunes,
The Gun Club,
Juan Atkins,
the Human League,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Erykah Badu,
H. Thieme,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Popol Vuh,
Colin Newman,
Cymande,
One Last Wish,
Fear,
Crash Course in Science,
R.M.O.,
The Pop Group,
Yazoo,
Bill Near,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mr. Review,
Marshall Jefferson,
Slave,
Swell Maps,
The Barracudas,
The Golliwogs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scion,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Silicon Teens,
Little Man,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Massinfluence,
Yusef Lateef,
Curtis Mayfield,
Junior Murvin,
The Fugs,
Fugazi,
the Normal,
Country Teasers,
The Blues Magoos,
D'Angelo,
The Neon Judgement,
World's Most,
Ossler,
The Stooges,
Sandy B,
The Doors,
The Durutti Column,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Slits,
Aaron Thompson,
The Toasters,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.