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 Maldives and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin 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 Quando Quango to the punk 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Easy Going,
The Vogues,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Interpol,
Scrapy,
The Kinks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sixth Finger,
Los Fastidios,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Motorama,
E-Dancer,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Quando Quango,
Idris Muhammad,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Durutti Column,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Skatalites,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeff Lynne,
Fad Gadget,
Scratch Acid,
A Certain Ratio,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Womack,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare,
Arcadia,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bronski Beat,
Cal Tjader,
Gang of Four,
Groovy Waters,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Stooges,
The Trojans,
kango's stein massive,
Gabor Szabo,
Charles Mingus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Moody Blues,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Inner City,
The Red Krayola,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Reed,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Byrd,
Josef K,
David Bowie,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Subhumans,
AZ,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.