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 Macedonia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Nirvana to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Lakeside,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Count Five,
June Days,
Funkadelic,
Nik Kershaw,
Roxette,
The Blues Magoos,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Index,
Dorothy Ashby,
Section 25,
Howard Jones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
EPMD,
Ken Boothe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gun Club,
Radio Birdman,
LL Cool J,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Outsiders,
Talk Talk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Shoche,
One Last Wish,
Can,
Althea and Donna,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bronski Beat,
The Young Rascals,
Zero Boys,
Kayak,
Infiniti,
The Saints,
Aaron Thompson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gap Band,
Cluster,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bad Manners,
Motorama,
Ohio Players,
The Fire Engines,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Magazine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sound Behaviour,
Rotary Connection,
Amon Düül,
Joyce Sims,
Mark Hollis,
Juan Atkins,
Barbara Tucker,
John Foxx,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.