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 Angola and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Chris Corsano to the disco 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joy Division,
Mission of Burma,
Hoover,
Heaven 17,
Y Pants,
Ultravox,
The Sonics,
Roxy Music,
The Evens,
Outsiders,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Television Personalities,
Sister Nancy,
Marc Almond,
a-ha,
David McCallum,
Newcleus,
the Sonics,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cowsills,
Ornette Coleman,
Livin' Joy,
Eli Mardock,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brand Nubian,
The Residents,
AZ,
Chris & Cosey,
Barbara Tucker,
Stetsasonic,
Babytalk,
Fatback Band,
Lower 48,
The Fortunes,
Magma,
Shuggie Otis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Country Teasers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Little Man,
Talk Talk,
Symarip,
U.S. Maple,
Bill Wells,
Mad Mike,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Patti Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Malaria!,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Starr,
New Order,
Sonny Sharrock,
Terry Callier,
Can,
Donny Hathaway,
Eddi Front,
Sparks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.