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 San Marino and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Procol Harum to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
The Barracudas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Amon Düül II,
Cluster,
This Heat,
the Human League,
Reuben Wilson,
Rekid,
Angry Samoans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Simply Red,
the Swans,
Amazonics,
Marc Almond,
Ultravox,
Gastr Del Sol,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Qualms,
Can,
Severed Heads,
Aaron Thompson,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Suicide,
Rites of Spring,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
a-ha,
Sun City Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wolf Eyes,
R.M.O.,
Bad Manners,
Drive Like Jehu,
Glenn Branca,
Rapeman,
Leonard Cohen,
The Smoke,
Sällskapet,
The Gories,
Wally Richardson,
The Moody Blues,
The Standells,
Piero Umiliani,
Erykah Badu,
The Grass Roots,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eden Ahbez,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Mojo Men,
Rosa Yemen,
The Saints,
Electric Prunes,
Camouflage,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Moebius,
Barry Ungar,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.