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 United States and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 The Misunderstood to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Agitation Free,
The Pretty Things,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Martian,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang Green,
Stereo Dub,
Banda Bassotti,
Boz Scaggs,
The American Breed,
Johnny Clarke,
Andrew Hill,
Yellowson,
DJ Style,
Chris Corsano,
the Normal,
The Birthday Party,
Lyres,
Tommy Roe,
Marcia Griffiths,
The United States of America,
Quando Quango,
Kevin Saunderson,
K-Klass,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Doors,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jandek,
Robert Wyatt,
Gichy Dan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ken Boothe,
Y Pants,
This Heat,
Lucky Dragons,
Panda Bear,
Infiniti,
Barry Ungar,
ABC,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Janne Schatter,
Spoonie Gee,
Max Romeo,
Joey Negro,
Malaria!,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Christie,
Buzzcocks,
The Slits,
X-102,
Pylon,
The Knickerbockers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cheater Slicks,
Grauzone,
Ten City,
Dead Boys,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.