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 Uruguay and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Popol Vuh to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Hasil Adkins,
Bang On A Can,
Shoche,
Grauzone,
The Star Department,
Jacques Brel,
New Age Steppers,
Rekid,
Faust,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Sherman,
The Litter,
Bronski Beat,
Thompson Twins,
Arcadia,
Banda Bassotti,
Marine Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lalann,
Man Parrish,
Chrome,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lyres,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
New Order,
Pierre Henry,
Pere Ubu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Pop Group,
Oblivians,
Bauhaus,
Moby Grape,
Massinfluence,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sex Pistols,
Half Japanese,
E-Dancer,
Minny Pops,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soul II Soul,
The Saints,
Moss Icon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Buckinghams,
Absolute Body Control,
Eli Mardock,
Franke,
Morten Harket,
The Fortunes,
Wolf Eyes,
Newcleus,
Yusef Lateef,
Archie Shepp,
Susan Cadogan,
Andrew Hill,
June of 44,
Steve Hackett,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yaz,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.