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 Bahamas and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum 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 Tim Buckley to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Malaria!,
The Happenings,
Subhumans,
Deepchord,
ABBA,
Ronnie Foster,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Moby Grape,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brothers Johnson,
Ludus,
Leonard Cohen,
Whodini,
Kool Moe Dee,
Connie Case,
Camberwell Now,
Reuben Wilson,
Marvin Gaye,
Suicide,
Heaven 17,
Roxy Music,
Ice-T,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ten City,
The Searchers,
X-101,
Jeff Lynne,
Bronski Beat,
D'Angelo,
48th St. Collective,
Bush Tetras,
Lakeside,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Doors,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Excepter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fear,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marine Girls,
The Dead C,
Soulsonic Force,
Intrusion,
Darondo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crash Course in Science,
Brass Construction,
The Move,
Pere Ubu,
Freddie Wadling,
These Immortal Souls,
Byron Stingily,
Mo-Dettes,
Isaac Hayes,
Jacques Brel,
Rites of Spring,
The Remains,
Mad Mike,
Aswad,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.