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 Jordan and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Roger Hodgson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
John Lydon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Circle Jerks,
New York Dolls,
Nico,
Kurtis Blow,
cv313,
The Knickerbockers,
Prince Buster,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lakeside,
Brass Construction,
Piero Umiliani,
Kayak,
Siglo XX,
Bill Near,
Peter and Kerry,
Jeff Lynne,
T.S.O.L.,
Electric Prunes,
David Bowie,
Mandrill,
The Zeros,
Pet Shop Boys,
Connie Case,
World's Most,
Avey Tare,
The Monochrome Set,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Music Machine,
Lalann,
Supertramp,
KRS-One,
Scan 7,
The Happenings,
The Searchers,
Minnie Riperton,
The Mummies,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sight & Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
Eden Ahbez,
Marmalade,
Popol Vuh,
Deakin,
H. Thieme,
Aaron Thompson,
The Standells,
The Victims,
Ornette Coleman,
Soul II Soul,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Techniques,
The Stooges,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rufus Thomas,
Sam Rivers,
The Sonics,
Slave,
Little Man,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brick,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.