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 Portugal and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Model 500,
Fear,
The Leaves,
New York Dolls,
Moebius,
Absolute Body Control,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aural Exciters,
The Gories,
Wally Richardson,
Roy Ayers,
Yusef Lateef,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Thee Headcoats,
Royal Trux,
The Stooges,
The Sonics,
OOIOO,
Slave,
Gabor Szabo,
Albert Ayler,
Pagans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minor Threat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
These Immortal Souls,
Suburban Knight,
Procol Harum,
10cc,
Moss Icon,
Accadde A,
Flash Fearless,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jeff Lynne,
Maurizio,
Blake Baxter,
This Heat,
Trumans Water,
Sandy B,
The Flesh Eaters,
Livin' Joy,
The Angels of Light,
Reagan Youth,
Blancmange,
Alphaville,
Zero Boys,
Mr. Review,
Lower 48,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Misunderstood,
Scan 7,
Junior Murvin,
The Neon Judgement,
Agitation Free,
Eddi Front,
Janne Schatter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lee Hazlewood,
K-Klass,
Skriet,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.