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 Kosovo and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Big Daddy Kane to the funk 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
The Sonics,
The Gun Club,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crime,
Amon Düül,
John Foxx,
The Walker Brothers,
The Mojo Men,
Subhumans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jesper Dahlback,
Con Funk Shun,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Smoke,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Vogues,
The Happenings,
Supertramp,
The Count Five,
K-Klass,
Trumans Water,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brick,
Freddie Wadling,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fall,
Organ,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Technova,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ludus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Half Japanese,
the Human League,
Ultimate Spinach,
David Bowie,
Dark Day,
Laurel Aitken,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mad Mike,
Stetsasonic,
Wolf Eyes,
Susan Cadogan,
New York Dolls,
KRS-One,
F. McDonald,
Royal Trux,
Absolute Body Control,
Idris Muhammad,
Minnie Riperton,
Maurizio,
Groovy Waters,
Pantaleimon,
Moebius,
Quantec,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.