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 Uruguay and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 The Monochrome Set to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Lydon,
Swell Maps,
Warsaw,
Joyce Sims,
Warren Ellis,
Lalann,
Danielle Patucci,
the Soft Cell,
Tubeway Army,
The Gun Club,
OOIOO,
Albert Ayler,
Pulsallama,
10cc,
Sister Nancy,
Depeche Mode,
Alice Coltrane,
Marine Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Niagra,
John Holt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Bananas,
Index,
Brothers Johnson,
Drexciya,
Erykah Badu,
The Electric Prunes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bang On A Can,
The Techniques,
Von Mondo,
The Raincoats,
Joy Division,
The Sonics,
Big Daddy Kane,
Organ,
Soulsonic Force,
Bauhaus,
Henry Cow,
Dead Boys,
PIL,
The Seeds,
The Young Rascals,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Shoche,
Derrick Morgan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Pus,
Stiv Bators,
The Blues Magoos,
Neu!,
Thompson Twins,
Urselle,
T.S.O.L.,
Hasil Adkins,
Faraquet,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.