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 Lithuania and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Hoover,
Country Teasers,
Kerri Chandler,
Theoretical Girls,
Monolake,
Minny Pops,
The Gories,
Ronnie Foster,
Brick,
Juan Atkins,
Yellowson,
Procol Harum,
The Raincoats,
The Cure,
Lyres,
Pylon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mr. Review,
Brothers Johnson,
Isaac Hayes,
Cal Tjader,
The Motions,
Negative Approach,
Mandrill,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Neon Judgement,
LL Cool J,
Althea and Donna,
The J.B.'s,
The Standells,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yaz,
Fluxion,
Henry Cow,
Subhumans,
Panda Bear,
Shoche,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
cv313,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tom Boy,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Blues Magoos,
The Birthday Party,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Faust,
John Coltrane,
Agent Orange,
the Human League,
The Modern Lovers,
T. Rex,
In Retrospect,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Leonard Cohen,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gun Club,
Model 500,
Gang Gang Dance,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.