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 Gambia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Minutemen to the grunge 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Germs,
Joe Smooth,
Gang of Four,
Quando Quango,
Cecil Taylor,
Agitation Free,
Blancmange,
Trumans Water,
Das Ding,
Lalann,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Derrick May,
Jeff Mills,
Grauzone,
Nik Kershaw,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Bar-Kays,
the Sonics,
Scott Walker,
Anakelly,
Intrusion,
New Age Steppers,
MDC,
Eve St. Jones,
DNA,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bootsy Collins,
Smog,
Arthur Verocai,
The Blues Magoos,
The Sonics,
Absolute Body Control,
Yellowson,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Byrd,
Hardrive,
Glenn Branca,
Grey Daturas,
Altered Images,
Kenny Larkin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hoover,
Barrington Levy,
Simply Red,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Standells,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fuzztones,
Camberwell Now,
The Last Poets,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alton Ellis,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Index,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.