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 San Marino 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Ultra Naté 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fear,
The Litter,
The Seeds,
Fela Kuti,
Graham Central Station,
Stockholm Monsters,
Donny Hathaway,
Japan,
Main Source,
Cymande,
Cluster,
Audionom,
Pere Ubu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Derrick Morgan,
Swans,
The Pop Group,
Camouflage,
Make Up,
The Buckinghams,
The Cure,
Severed Heads,
Radio Birdman,
The Smoke,
Grandmaster Flash,
Essential Logic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mantronix,
Silicon Teens,
Warsaw,
Ohio Players,
Anthony Braxton,
Eli Mardock,
The Cramps,
Thompson Twins,
Skarface,
Sex Pistols,
Faust,
The American Breed,
Bad Manners,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scott Walker,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed,
Erykah Badu,
The Five Americans,
Charles Mingus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Smog,
Panda Bear,
Country Teasers,
Yellowson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.