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 Ecuador and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Wolf Eyes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Arab on Radar,
Joensuu 1685,
Nik Kershaw,
Joyce Sims,
Gregory Isaacs,
ABBA,
Scrapy,
The Blackbyrds,
Eden Ahbez,
Dark Day,
Funkadelic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Warsaw,
Scott Walker,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sun City Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Silicon Teens,
The Electric Prunes,
The Associates,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barry Ungar,
La Düsseldorf,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tommy Roe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Golliwogs,
Lower 48,
The Grass Roots,
Bizarre Inc.,
Toni Rubio,
Mandrill,
D'Angelo,
New York Dolls,
Negative Approach,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pole,
Stereo Dub,
Bluetip,
The Victims,
DJ Sneak,
Make Up,
Magma,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
T. Rex,
Ronan,
Steve Hackett,
Yazoo,
Prince Buster,
Deepchord,
Marine Girls,
Maurizio,
The Birthday Party,
H. Thieme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Television,
The Dead C,
Arthur Verocai,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.