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 Algeria and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 Jacob Miller to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
The Motions,
AZ,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Robert Wyatt,
Vainqueur,
Nirvana,
Von Mondo,
Dead Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Evens,
Toni Rubio,
cv313,
Brand Nubian,
Lower 48,
Carl Craig,
Peter & Gordon,
Television Personalities,
Zero Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joy Division,
Kurtis Blow,
8 Eyed Spy,
A Certain Ratio,
Groovy Waters,
Unrelated Segments,
Laurel Aitken,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skarface,
Kevin Saunderson,
Subhumans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Derrick Morgan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Q and Not U,
L. Decosne,
Lou Christie,
Underground Resistance,
Half Japanese,
Hashim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Slackers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scrapy,
The Knickerbockers,
The Remains,
Angry Samoans,
Ultravox,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Soft Cell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Anakelly,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Star Department,
Nils Olav,
OOIOO,
Dennis Brown,
Gong,
Black Sheep,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.