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 Poland and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 Yellowson to the rock 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
X-102,
The Selecter,
New York Dolls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Adolescents,
Tom Boy,
Marmalade,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gladiators,
Quando Quango,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Anakelly,
Cecil Taylor,
Reuben Wilson,
Kurtis Blow,
Ponytail,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cluster,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Delta 5,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rakim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Underground Resistance,
Mission of Burma,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Harry Pussy,
Tears for Fears,
The Durutti Column,
La Düsseldorf,
Faraquet,
Scion,
John Holt,
Dual Sessions,
The Monks,
the Sonics,
Cameo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Max Romeo,
Zero Boys,
Symarip,
Thee Headcoats,
Tim Buckley,
June of 44,
Shuggie Otis,
Sam Rivers,
Dave Gahan,
Excepter,
Brand Nubian,
Agent Orange,
Stetsasonic,
Los Fastidios,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Outsiders,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.