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 the UAE and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar 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 Alison Limerick to the funk 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Inner City,
Lou Christie,
New York Dolls,
Lungfish,
Section 25,
Stockholm Monsters,
Model 500,
Don Cherry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
EPMD,
Pussy Galore,
Morten Harket,
Country Joe & The Fish,
a-ha,
The Zeros,
Delta 5,
Jawbox,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lightning Bolt,
The Alarm Clocks,
Oneida,
The Velvet Underground,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Slick Rick,
Sight & Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bootsy Collins,
Sarah Menescal,
Depeche Mode,
The Doors,
The Real Kids,
Sällskapet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harry Pussy,
Harmonia,
The Knickerbockers,
Flipper,
The Last Poets,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Robert Wyatt,
Simply Red,
Minor Threat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The American Breed,
Gichy Dan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Infiniti,
Henry Cow,
Bob Dylan,
Pulsallama,
Mary Jane Girls,
Swans,
Fluxion,
Yellowson,
Tommy Roe,
Fugazi,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marc Almond,
The Vogues,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.