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 Eritrea and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron 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 Tears for Fears to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Althea and Donna,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tres Demented,
Ornette Coleman,
OOIOO,
LL Cool J,
Vainqueur,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
New Order,
Hot Snakes,
Black Sheep,
Whodini,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Inner City,
Pantytec,
Bootsy Collins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ossler,
Gong,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Residents,
Bobby Sherman,
Dark Day,
Wings,
Can,
K-Klass,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pantaleimon,
Fugazi,
The Shadows of Knight,
June of 44,
Scan 7,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fire Engines,
Organ,
The New Christs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Flash Fearless,
The Gories,
The Cramps,
Funkadelic,
Radiohead,
Blossom Toes,
the Swans,
The Five Americans,
Talk Talk,
Q and Not U,
Smog,
Animal Collective,
Tommy Roe,
The Names,
Eden Ahbez,
Deadbeat,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.