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 Antigua and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Pussy Galore to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
F. McDonald,
Excepter,
Crime,
The Slackers,
Deakin,
The Grass Roots,
Absolute Body Control,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang of Four,
Suicide,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Quadrant,
Colin Newman,
U.S. Maple,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
PIL,
Joe Finger,
Rotary Connection,
Marc Almond,
The Move,
Visage,
D'Angelo,
Eddi Front,
Fela Kuti,
Smog,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Negative Approach,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wire,
The Stooges,
Bill Wells,
A Certain Ratio,
The Seeds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kurtis Blow,
Crooked Eye,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Don Cherry,
The Angels of Light,
T. Rex,
Cal Tjader,
Lyres,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yusef Lateef,
The Pretty Things,
Maurizio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lower 48,
Silicon Teens,
Chris & Cosey,
Roxette,
Ornette Coleman,
Jandek,
The Invisible,
Jeff Mills,
The Litter,
Tubeway Army,
Kaleidoscope,
Eric Copeland,
Moby Grape,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.