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 Austria and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 48th St. Collective 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Section 25,
The Victims,
The Misunderstood,
Simply Red,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Dead C,
Eli Mardock,
Oblivians,
Scratch Acid,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aloha Tigers,
Rod Modell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Danielle Patucci,
Visage,
Swans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Niagra,
Urselle,
Yellowson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang Green,
Popol Vuh,
Second Layer,
Mandrill,
Pylon,
Morten Harket,
The Durutti Column,
Kerrie Biddell,
Prince Buster,
Black Pus,
John Holt,
Vainqueur,
Rites of Spring,
X-102,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
cv313,
Yazoo,
Howard Jones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Qualms,
Kurtis Blow,
Grey Daturas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Slits,
The Knickerbockers,
Slave,
La Düsseldorf,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aaron Thompson,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Q and Not U,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.