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 Turkmenistan and from London.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the rock 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
U.S. Maple,
The Techniques,
Black Flag,
Pole,
Johnny Osbourne,
KRS-One,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jawbox,
Lebanon Hanover,
Basic Channel,
Harry Pussy,
Pere Ubu,
Talk Talk,
The Golliwogs,
Joe Smooth,
Bluetip,
Underground Resistance,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Janne Schatter,
Stetsasonic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marvin Gaye,
The Blues Magoos,
Gichy Dan,
the Germs,
Rotary Connection,
The Human League,
Magma,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Delta 5,
Patti Smith,
The Doobie Brothers,
Index,
Ossler,
T. Rex,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Martian,
Moebius,
David Axelrod,
Sparks,
Pantaleimon,
Goldenarms,
Tomorrow,
Shuggie Otis,
Scott Walker,
Deadbeat,
Wally Richardson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Youth Brigade,
Howard Jones,
Roxette,
the Association,
Althea and Donna,
Y Pants,
Sugar Minott,
New York Dolls,
Chris & Cosey,
Model 500,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.