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 Singapore and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 ABC to the crunk 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Angry Samoans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tim Buckley,
the Soft Cell,
Max Romeo,
the Swans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barclay James Harvest,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Quadrant,
Morten Harket,
Al Stewart,
Cluster,
Susan Cadogan,
The Evens,
Motorama,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ice-T,
The Fall,
Crime,
Porter Ricks,
Marine Girls,
Vainqueur,
Pole,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Real Kids,
Newcleus,
X-Ray Spex,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Bananas,
Todd Terry,
Thee Headcoats,
DNA,
Talk Talk,
the Human League,
New York Dolls,
Kaleidoscope,
E-Dancer,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Animal Collective,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gun Club,
Sun Ra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mark Hollis,
Henry Cow,
Arthur Verocai,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rod Modell,
Can,
Severed Heads,
The Fuzztones,
Jerry's Kids,
The Monks,
JFA,
The Last Poets,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.