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 Andorra and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin 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 Althea and Donna to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Susan Cadogan,
Sixth Finger,
Second Layer,
Ken Boothe,
Pole,
Whodini,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Swans,
Liliput,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kayak,
K-Klass,
Bronski Beat,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Foxx,
The Evens,
Robert Görl,
Gregory Isaacs,
Davy DMX,
The Pop Group,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Don Cherry,
Boz Scaggs,
cv313,
Barry Ungar,
Faraquet,
Adolescents,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fluxion,
Circle Jerks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Doors,
The Selecter,
Pagans,
June of 44,
Parry Music,
Young Marble Giants,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
PIL,
Ten City,
Bobby Sherman,
The Motions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Youth Brigade,
Freddie Wadling,
The Mummies,
Henry Cow,
Piero Umiliani,
The Modern Lovers,
Main Source,
Rekid,
Reuben Wilson,
OOIOO,
Royal Trux,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.