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 Nepal and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 Dawn Penn to the grunge 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Byrd,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Idris Muhammad,
Roxy Music,
Minutemen,
B.T. Express,
Half Japanese,
Neil Young,
Girls At Our Best!,
Severed Heads,
The Red Krayola,
Wire,
Mandrill,
Shoche,
Man Parrish,
The Blues Magoos,
Throbbing Gristle,
MC5,
Aloha Tigers,
Arcadia,
China Crisis,
The Leaves,
Gang Starr,
Rosa Yemen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Magma,
Unrelated Segments,
Lebanon Hanover,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
June of 44,
Rakim,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Seeds,
Hot Snakes,
The Happenings,
The Evens,
The Fuzztones,
Au Pairs,
Ludus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Warsaw,
Al Stewart,
the Sonics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barry Ungar,
The Fire Engines,
Quadrant,
Moss Icon,
The Modern Lovers,
The J.B.'s,
The Young Rascals,
Icehouse,
The Divine Comedy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Donny Hathaway,
Fugazi,
Make Up,
Schoolly D,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.