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 Kosovo and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Camouflage to the crunk 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Rosa Yemen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Residents,
Minutemen,
Harry Pussy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Visage,
The United States of America,
Pole,
Hardrive,
Cybotron,
Lightning Bolt,
Joe Finger,
Q and Not U,
The Doors,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Charles Mingus,
John Cale,
10cc,
Wings,
Bobby Byrd,
The Mummies,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Sherman,
Amon Düül II,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dark Day,
Sex Pistols,
Main Source,
Niagra,
K-Klass,
Mission of Burma,
the Slits,
Infiniti,
Gregory Isaacs,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Christie,
Howard Jones,
Blancmange,
The Mojo Men,
Saccharine Trust,
The Dirtbombs,
Idris Muhammad,
Lower 48,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ossler,
Cluster,
Schoolly D,
Kaleidoscope,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Thee Headcoats,
The Sound,
Porter Ricks,
Boredoms,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kool Moe Dee,
R.M.O.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Desert Stars,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.