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 Cameroon and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ 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 Wasted Youth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Ken Boothe,
Radiohead,
Man Eating Sloth,
Unwound,
Country Teasers,
The Standells,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cluster,
Eden Ahbez,
Neil Young,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
James White and The Blacks,
Camouflage,
Moebius,
Sällskapet,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sight & Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Neon Judgement,
Wire,
Todd Rundgren,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Young Marble Giants,
Fort Wilson Riot,
F. McDonald,
Amon Düül II,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fortunes,
JFA,
Groovy Waters,
Rakim,
Albert Ayler,
Sam Rivers,
The Fire Engines,
Procol Harum,
Flipper,
June Days,
Gichy Dan,
Underground Resistance,
Jacob Miller,
Agent Orange,
Lindisfarne,
Reagan Youth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jerry's Kids,
Cymande,
Subhumans,
PIL,
Barbara Tucker,
The Smiths,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yazoo,
Junior Murvin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Buckinghams,
Grauzone,
Suburban Knight,
Kenny Larkin,
Accadde A,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.