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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Jawbox to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros 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 punk 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Pussy Galore,
Glenn Branca,
Hot Snakes,
Yaz,
Jawbox,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nas,
Bad Manners,
Pantaleimon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Liliput,
Fugazi,
Reagan Youth,
Soul II Soul,
Whodini,
L. Decosne,
the Human League,
Jerry's Kids,
A Certain Ratio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Divine Comedy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mantronix,
Young Marble Giants,
Flamin' Groovies,
Panda Bear,
The Dead C,
Susan Cadogan,
Dennis Brown,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bronski Beat,
Surgeon,
Man Parrish,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Mojo Men,
The Techniques,
Moebius,
ABC,
Warsaw,
Ituana,
Dave Gahan,
Stereo Dub,
Stiv Bators,
Chrome,
The Beau Brummels,
Curtis Mayfield,
Anakelly,
Althea and Donna,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Sherman,
Dual Sessions,
Rekid,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cluster,
Rapeman,
Black Pus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Morten Harket,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.