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 Botswana and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Malaria! to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Jeff Lynne,
OOIOO,
The Index,
Matthew Bourne,
Severed Heads,
Gang Starr,
The Happenings,
Donny Hathaway,
Q and Not U,
The Detroit Cobras,
Freddie Wadling,
Loose Ends,
World's Most,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mandrill,
Wasted Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
Swans,
Ralphi Rosario,
The American Breed,
Suicide,
Thee Headcoats,
Barry Ungar,
Fugazi,
The Mummies,
Crispy Ambulance,
Curtis Mayfield,
Country Teasers,
Hoover,
Brothers Johnson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cybotron,
In Retrospect,
Flash Fearless,
Organ,
Ten City,
Cymande,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Unwound,
Y Pants,
The Standells,
Popol Vuh,
John Foxx,
Deakin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Livin' Joy,
The Cowsills,
Isaac Hayes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nico,
Depeche Mode,
Moebius,
Talk Talk,
Anakelly,
Donald Byrd,
Grey Daturas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Christie,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.