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 San Marino and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar 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 Y Pants to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pussy Galore,
Ultimate Spinach,
Trumans Water,
Anthony Braxton,
These Immortal Souls,
The Selecter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Aural Exciters,
The Count Five,
Stockholm Monsters,
Faust,
The Barracudas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Adolescents,
Moss Icon,
Lakeside,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang Green,
Vladislav Delay,
Rapeman,
The Busters,
Intrusion,
Joy Division,
The Motions,
Roger Hodgson,
Mark Hollis,
Erykah Badu,
Minor Threat,
Fatback Band,
Delta 5,
Josef K,
kango's stein massive,
Youth Brigade,
Wolf Eyes,
X-Ray Spex,
Robert Görl,
Black Flag,
Pulsallama,
Whodini,
Unwound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Silicon Teens,
The Victims,
D'Angelo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Vainqueur,
Eric B and Rakim,
Glenn Branca,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rites of Spring,
Eve St. Jones,
Jacob Miller,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nirvana,
The Beau Brummels,
Neu!,
World's Most,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.