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 Algeria and from Accra.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 funk 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Mission of Burma,
Radiohead,
Patti Smith,
K-Klass,
Gang Gang Dance,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Althea and Donna,
Agitation Free,
Sexual Harrassment,
Derrick Morgan,
Aaron Thompson,
Fugazi,
Idris Muhammad,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Smog,
The Sonics,
Thee Headcoats,
Wings,
Porter Ricks,
Flipper,
Hardrive,
Hashim,
Stiv Bators,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Sonics,
Vladislav Delay,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Trojans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Index,
Faraquet,
Franke,
Sixth Finger,
OOIOO,
Lungfish,
Buzzcocks,
Ten City,
Sparks,
X-Ray Spex,
Tomorrow,
This Heat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Visage,
Gabor Szabo,
The Standells,
China Crisis,
The Modern Lovers,
Jacques Brel,
Second Layer,
Alice Coltrane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Josef K,
Television Personalities,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dead Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Deadbeat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
X-101,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.