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 Iceland and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Nirvana to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Von Mondo,
Black Pus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Moebius,
World's Most,
Shuggie Otis,
Audionom,
KRS-One,
K-Klass,
Pylon,
Alice Coltrane,
The Slackers,
Erykah Badu,
Can,
Graham Central Station,
Deepchord,
Rites of Spring,
Chris & Cosey,
Ronan,
Symarip,
Schoolly D,
Roxy Music,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eve St. Jones,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gladiators,
Sonny Sharrock,
Boz Scaggs,
Stiv Bators,
Anthony Braxton,
Echospace,
The Young Rascals,
Patti Smith,
Pantaleimon,
Barbara Tucker,
Joy Division,
The Martian,
CMW,
MDC,
Country Teasers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Mummies,
Faust,
Little Man,
Whodini,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Tremeloes,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Index,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cybotron,
Neu!,
X-Ray Spex,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.