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 Sudan and from New York.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the punk 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Desert Stars,
The Star Department,
ABC,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cheater Slicks,
Ludus,
John Foxx,
Fatback Band,
Minor Threat,
Eddi Front,
Rites of Spring,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Knickerbockers,
Technova,
The Pretty Things,
Adolescents,
The Gories,
The Beau Brummels,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Outsiders,
U.S. Maple,
Aloha Tigers,
The Associates,
Tommy Roe,
Avey Tare,
Barclay James Harvest,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sarah Menescal,
Radio Birdman,
Bad Manners,
Underground Resistance,
La Düsseldorf,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Radiohead,
Excepter,
Rapeman,
Warren Ellis,
Sound Behaviour,
Country Teasers,
Hoover,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jawbox,
Pussy Galore,
Dave Gahan,
Bill Near,
The Fortunes,
Black Pus,
Organ,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Misunderstood,
Grauzone,
The J.B.'s,
This Heat,
Jerry's Kids,
Arcadia,
F. McDonald,
Man Parrish,
Q65,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.