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 Moldova and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Anthony Braxton to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Bobby Womack,
Aural Exciters,
Howard Jones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang of Four,
The Smiths,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Bananas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nation of Ulysses,
Parry Music,
June of 44,
Morten Harket,
The Searchers,
Bad Manners,
Franke,
Ornette Coleman,
Blake Baxter,
Fugazi,
Funkadelic,
Make Up,
a-ha,
FM Einheit,
Siglo XX,
David Bowie,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mantronix,
Gong,
The Fugs,
Tres Demented,
Urselle,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Boz Scaggs,
Stiv Bators,
John Foxx,
Warsaw,
Erykah Badu,
DJ Style,
Michelle Simonal,
T.S.O.L.,
China Crisis,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Tremeloes,
Suicide,
Eve St. Jones,
Ten City,
Sam Rivers,
Lindisfarne,
Roxy Music,
Boogie Down Productions,
Josef K,
Masters at Work,
The Toasters,
The J.B.'s,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kerri Chandler,
Main Source,
Letta Mbulu,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.