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 Seychelles and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Pop Group,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Livin' Joy,
Reuben Wilson,
Jacob Miller,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Patti Smith,
DJ Style,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Robert Hood,
Gregory Isaacs,
Model 500,
Swans,
Alice Coltrane,
Yazoo,
Archie Shepp,
Urselle,
Swell Maps,
Franke,
Sarah Menescal,
Erasure,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Music Machine,
Average White Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Q65,
Sparks,
cv313,
Soulsonic Force,
Harmonia,
Aaron Thompson,
Man Parrish,
DJ Sneak,
Dark Day,
The Slits,
Motorama,
Tubeway Army,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Litter,
Jawbox,
The Leaves,
Ituana,
Japan,
KRS-One,
Colin Newman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Loose Ends,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sixth Finger,
The Black Dice,
Lucky Dragons,
The Monks,
Warsaw,
Pagans,
Interpol,
Pantytec,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Buzzcocks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.