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 the UAE and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 Aloha Tigers to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Girls At Our Best!,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sarah Menescal,
Deepchord,
Robert Hood,
Heaven 17,
Camouflage,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Piero Umiliani,
Banda Bassotti,
Thompson Twins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Drexciya,
The Modern Lovers,
Groovy Waters,
Make Up,
Barbara Tucker,
Visage,
Godley & Creme,
X-101,
The Birthday Party,
Moss Icon,
F. McDonald,
Trumans Water,
D'Angelo,
Symarip,
Malaria!,
The Star Department,
Marmalade,
Arab on Radar,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scientists,
Saccharine Trust,
Man Eating Sloth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Darondo,
Peter & Gordon,
Technova,
Amazonics,
Boz Scaggs,
Gabor Szabo,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Flamin' Groovies,
Excepter,
Mandrill,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Misunderstood,
The Evens,
China Crisis,
The Raincoats,
Quadrant,
The Fortunes,
Freddie Wadling,
Cluster,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Zeros,
ABBA,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.