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 South Africa and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Television to the grime 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
The American Breed,
Infiniti,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ralphi Rosario,
Drexciya,
The Fortunes,
Michelle Simonal,
John Coltrane,
Al Stewart,
Fat Boys,
Faraquet,
The Human League,
Livin' Joy,
John Cale,
These Immortal Souls,
Cameo,
Deadbeat,
Eden Ahbez,
Hoover,
Joy Division,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Human League,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
LL Cool J,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Barracudas,
The Blackbyrds,
The Leaves,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mo-Dettes,
Fatback Band,
Tommy Roe,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultimate Spinach,
Morten Harket,
Swell Maps,
Yaz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blake Baxter,
Terry Callier,
Joey Negro,
Gang Gang Dance,
Moebius,
Rotary Connection,
Josef K,
The New Christs,
Alice Coltrane,
The Saints,
The Remains,
Oblivians,
EPMD,
Duran Duran,
Marvin Gaye,
Byron Stingily,
Rekid,
Delta 5,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
A Certain Ratio,
Rod Modell,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Zeros,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.