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 Grenada and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
The Fuzztones,
Scrapy,
John Coltrane,
Amazonics,
Glambeats Corp.,
Anakelly,
UT,
Curtis Mayfield,
Magazine,
Bluetip,
Depeche Mode,
New York Dolls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Judy Mowatt,
Intrusion,
John Holt,
Scott Walker,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Derrick Morgan,
Moebius,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lebanon Hanover,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Move,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Busters,
Boredoms,
Dead Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sarah Menescal,
Infiniti,
Howard Jones,
The Standells,
Josef K,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Goldenarms,
Scion,
Donny Hathaway,
Peter & Gordon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang of Four,
T.S.O.L.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Janne Schatter,
Eve St. Jones,
Gong,
Little Man,
John Cale,
Fela Kuti,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eden Ahbez,
Moby Grape,
Alison Limerick,
Toni Rubio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Albert Ayler,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nirvana,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.