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 Ethiopia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bobby Sherman to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Nik Kershaw,
Bush Tetras,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang Starr,
Tears for Fears,
H. Thieme,
The Birthday Party,
Lightning Bolt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Amon Düül II,
Circle Jerks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Derrick Morgan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Arcadia,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amazonics,
Chris Corsano,
The Gun Club,
Terry Callier,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alice Coltrane,
Groovy Waters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Royal Trux,
Index,
The Fall,
Sound Behaviour,
The Wake,
Aural Exciters,
Fad Gadget,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Surgeon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soft Cell,
Visage,
Echospace,
Khruangbin,
Slave,
the Human League,
Black Flag,
Peter & Gordon,
Nirvana,
Josef K,
T. Rex,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Holt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Slits,
Pussy Galore,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Glenn Branca,
Agent Orange,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mission of Burma,
Depeche Mode,
Simply Red,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.