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 Netherlands and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 One Last Wish to the rap 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
The Sonics,
Groovy Waters,
Donald Byrd,
Quantec,
Joy Division,
Buzzcocks,
The United States of America,
The Vogues,
Althea and Donna,
Sun Ra,
Eric Dolphy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Drexciya,
Man Parrish,
Procol Harum,
Animal Collective,
Joe Smooth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Can,
Youth Brigade,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barrington Levy,
Sparks,
Minor Threat,
Sound Behaviour,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Khruangbin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pagans,
Scrapy,
the Normal,
Public Image Ltd.,
This Heat,
Morten Harket,
Piero Umiliani,
Severed Heads,
Black Flag,
Graham Central Station,
Black Moon,
Ronan,
Brand Nubian,
Kerri Chandler,
The Seeds,
Johnny Clarke,
H. Thieme,
Dawn Penn,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ronnie Foster,
Mr. Review,
Pet Shop Boys,
Surgeon,
Monks,
Echospace,
Hoover,
Radiohead,
F. McDonald,
B.T. Express,
Popol Vuh,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.