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 Bolivia 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the funk 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Tim Buckley,
The Five Americans,
Minnie Riperton,
Easy Going,
James Chance & The Contortions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nirvana,
Steve Hackett,
Wally Richardson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Normal,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Das Ding,
Stetsasonic,
The Buckinghams,
Sonny Sharrock,
Slave,
Moebius,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Monochrome Set,
Scion,
H. Thieme,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Trojans,
Robert Görl,
Supertramp,
Zapp,
Tommy Roe,
Amazonics,
Slick Rick,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Zeros,
The Blues Magoos,
Electric Prunes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Althea and Donna,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
ABBA,
T. Rex,
Infiniti,
Bobby Womack,
Q and Not U,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
China Crisis,
The Gap Band,
The Victims,
The Divine Comedy,
Au Pairs,
The Doors,
Angry Samoans,
Freddie Wadling,
The Busters,
Ronnie Foster,
Wasted Youth,
This Heat,
Black Moon,
The Young Rascals,
Eli Mardock,
Wolf Eyes,
Yazoo,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.