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 Portugal and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Harry Pussy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Charles Mingus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Theoretical Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Wake,
Pantytec,
Agitation Free,
Au Pairs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yaz,
Camberwell Now,
Make Up,
H. Thieme,
Brick,
The Dave Clark Five,
ABBA,
Motorama,
Nico,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Judy Mowatt,
Zapp,
Blancmange,
Trumans Water,
Gang Green,
Rites of Spring,
Stiv Bators,
Girls At Our Best!,
Buzzcocks,
Porter Ricks,
Robert Görl,
Tim Buckley,
Black Flag,
Los Fastidios,
DJ Sneak,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Sherman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Symarip,
Eric Copeland,
T.S.O.L.,
New Order,
The Invisible,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nas,
Altered Images,
PIL,
Gang Gang Dance,
Smog,
Anakelly,
Hashim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Urselle,
Pylon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Radio Birdman,
Josef K,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Remains,
Unwound,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.