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 Solomon Islands and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 Aswad to the rap 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bill Near,
Arab on Radar,
Bang On A Can,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Leonard Cohen,
Pantytec,
Steve Hackett,
Sixth Finger,
Matthew Halsall,
The Trojans,
Ituana,
Mission of Burma,
The Fortunes,
Stiv Bators,
Section 25,
Clear Light,
Ralphi Rosario,
Al Stewart,
Kas Product,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
A Certain Ratio,
The Zeros,
K-Klass,
Dark Day,
Jacob Miller,
Harry Pussy,
The Dirtbombs,
Joyce Sims,
X-101,
The Gladiators,
Donald Byrd,
The Fire Engines,
Fat Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Searchers,
Country Teasers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Human League,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Green,
Colin Newman,
Todd Rundgren,
Morten Harket,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cymande,
Jandek,
Sugar Minott,
The Angels of Light,
T.S.O.L.,
Yazoo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marc Almond,
The Remains,
Guru Guru,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.