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 Malaysia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Depeche Mode to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Maleditus Sound,
Cameo,
Gang Green,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soft Machine,
The United States of America,
The Cure,
The Sonics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Das Ding,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deakin,
Josef K,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kaleidoscope,
Visage,
Gichy Dan,
Eric Copeland,
The Moody Blues,
the Normal,
Mantronix,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Glenn Branca,
The Invisible,
The Stooges,
The Saints,
Scan 7,
Swans,
Scott Walker,
Au Pairs,
Davy DMX,
Essential Logic,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Lydon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Underground Resistance,
Radiohead,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bob Dylan,
The Blackbyrds,
Boz Scaggs,
Charles Mingus,
Babytalk,
Funky Four + One,
Radiopuhelimet,
Moby Grape,
Minnie Riperton,
Hot Snakes,
Procol Harum,
KRS-One,
Buzzcocks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Unwound,
Tres Demented,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.