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 Germany and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Cure to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
The Music Machine,
The Tremeloes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bluetip,
Kas Product,
Nils Olav,
Black Sheep,
Royal Trux,
Porter Ricks,
Jandek,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Reagan Youth,
This Heat,
The Associates,
Susan Cadogan,
T. Rex,
Soul II Soul,
Jacob Miller,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Vladislav Delay,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sarah Menescal,
The Raincoats,
Pierre Henry,
Arab on Radar,
Deepchord,
The Sound,
Can,
Ken Boothe,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Zeros,
L. Decosne,
Flash Fearless,
Sexual Harrassment,
A Certain Ratio,
Delta 5,
Gang of Four,
X-101,
Eli Mardock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Vainqueur,
Brick,
the Germs,
Supertramp,
Mr. Review,
Interpol,
Lou Reed,
Sight & Sound,
Loose Ends,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Television Personalities,
Henry Cow,
Black Bananas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Average White Band,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.