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 Zimbabwe and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the dance 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Sugar Minott,
The Black Dice,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Christie,
La Düsseldorf,
Crooked Eye,
Peter & Gordon,
Rekid,
Whodini,
Ludus,
Public Enemy,
Lyres,
Jeff Lynne,
Japan,
Organ,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Althea and Donna,
Quantec,
Surgeon,
The Flesh Eaters,
These Immortal Souls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eurythmics,
Smog,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Reed,
Yellowson,
The Pretty Things,
Guru Guru,
Idris Muhammad,
Robert Wyatt,
Slave,
Derrick May,
The Tremeloes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Clear Light,
JFA,
The Birthday Party,
cv313,
Los Fastidios,
Television Personalities,
The Buckinghams,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Offenders,
Pulsallama,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Letta Mbulu,
Rufus Thomas,
Arab on Radar,
Cameo,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fire Engines,
New Age Steppers,
Anthony Braxton,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Pus,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.