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 Colombia and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet 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 Masters at Work to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Wake,
Rakim,
The Cowsills,
U.S. Maple,
FM Einheit,
Eurythmics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Albert Ayler,
Hardrive,
Faust,
Anthony Braxton,
Sonic Youth,
Chris & Cosey,
David McCallum,
Marmalade,
Mark Hollis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Last Poets,
The Trojans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sound Behaviour,
Icehouse,
Depeche Mode,
Model 500,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Monolake,
The Grass Roots,
Rod Modell,
Jacques Brel,
The Golliwogs,
T. Rex,
Howard Jones,
Khruangbin,
China Crisis,
Supertramp,
The Index,
Eric Copeland,
Sun Ra,
Colin Newman,
John Cale,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Patti Smith,
Gabor Szabo,
Buzzcocks,
Goldenarms,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hot Snakes,
The Motions,
Man Eating Sloth,
E-Dancer,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Doobie Brothers,
cv313,
Sugar Minott,
Ohio Players,
Darondo,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.