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 Nigeria and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 Tropical Tobacco to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Andrew Hill,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Second Layer,
Fad Gadget,
Sparks,
Pylon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Essential Logic,
The Standells,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Moody Blues,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Holt,
Audionom,
Easy Going,
Porter Ricks,
Quando Quango,
Youth Brigade,
Q and Not U,
Flipper,
Henry Cow,
Minutemen,
Half Japanese,
Toni Rubio,
The Blues Magoos,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang Starr,
James White and The Blacks,
Thompson Twins,
Loose Ends,
Roy Ayers,
Suicide,
Adolescents,
Avey Tare,
The Remains,
Tears for Fears,
Scan 7,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Angels of Light,
Marc Almond,
the Soft Cell,
Sex Pistols,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Residents,
Bobby Womack,
Rod Modell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Modern Lovers,
Theoretical Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Görl,
Sixth Finger,
Hasil Adkins,
Marmalade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Von Mondo,
John Coltrane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Doors,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.