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 Columbus.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Hot Snakes to the grime 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Cameo,
The Sonics,
Bush Tetras,
Urselle,
Newcleus,
Amon Düül,
Bad Manners,
Loose Ends,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Offenders,
MC5,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Monolake,
The Monochrome Set,
Nik Kershaw,
Scientists,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Last Poets,
Anthony Braxton,
OOIOO,
Mad Mike,
Visage,
Rhythm & Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Arcadia,
the Association,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fire Engines,
Alphaville,
Todd Rundgren,
Chris Corsano,
Siglo XX,
Deadbeat,
Nils Olav,
Boredoms,
L. Decosne,
Grauzone,
Skaos,
the Bar-Kays,
Young Marble Giants,
Lucky Dragons,
Harmonia,
Cheater Slicks,
The Moleskins,
Dead Boys,
the Soft Cell,
Barrington Levy,
T. Rex,
Television,
Das Ding,
Fad Gadget,
Bang On A Can,
Average White Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Easy Going,
Icehouse,
The Knickerbockers,
Barry Ungar,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.