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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Ronnie Foster to the punk 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments 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?
Pagans,
Jacques Brel,
The Human League,
Qualms,
The Monks,
Connie Case,
Lalann,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Graham Central Station,
Soul II Soul,
Marvin Gaye,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Raincoats,
Grauzone,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dual Sessions,
Royal Trux,
Guru Guru,
Kenny Larkin,
Loose Ends,
Henry Cow,
Fela Kuti,
The Fire Engines,
Jeff Mills,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Howard Jones,
The Modern Lovers,
Lyres,
Fugazi,
Minutemen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soft Machine,
Lebanon Hanover,
AZ,
Brick,
The Gories,
Pussy Galore,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ponytail,
the Germs,
the Association,
The Fall,
The United States of America,
Roxette,
Accadde A,
Niagra,
Morten Harket,
Silicon Teens,
The Vogues,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mandrill,
Donald Byrd,
Wire,
the Bar-Kays,
The Residents,
Rod Modell,
Pere Ubu,
Michelle Simonal,
Funkadelic,
Model 500,
Nirvana,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.