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 Benin and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Modern Lovers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Blake Baxter,
Faust,
Bootsy Collins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minnie Riperton,
Nick Fraelich,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Derrick May,
Marshall Jefferson,
Idris Muhammad,
Blossom Toes,
The Invisible,
Skarface,
James White and The Blacks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sun City Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Erasure,
John Foxx,
Jacob Miller,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Neon Judgement,
Unwound,
The Birthday Party,
Nils Olav,
Albert Ayler,
Kayak,
The Saints,
Maurizio,
The Gladiators,
Deakin,
The Red Krayola,
Make Up,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ohio Players,
Nico,
Aswad,
Au Pairs,
David Axelrod,
Erykah Badu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Swans,
the Bar-Kays,
Hashim,
The Modern Lovers,
Metal Thangz,
Terry Callier,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Country Teasers,
Jeru the Damaja,
X-Ray Spex,
Juan Atkins,
Little Man,
Nas,
In Retrospect,
Television,
Sixth Finger,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.