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 Gabon and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Robert Palmer 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 Drive Like Jehu to the electroclash 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Lakeside,
Wasted Youth,
The Last Poets,
Rites of Spring,
Cymande,
Gabor Szabo,
Siglo XX,
Cheater Slicks,
Wire,
The Fuzztones,
The Pretty Things,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dennis Brown,
Delta 5,
Lungfish,
Mars,
Camouflage,
Leonard Cohen,
10cc,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scan 7,
Tom Boy,
Theoretical Girls,
Au Pairs,
Royal Trux,
Inner City,
Graham Central Station,
The Velvet Underground,
A Certain Ratio,
Vainqueur,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gong,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Agitation Free,
Saccharine Trust,
Second Layer,
Little Man,
Joe Smooth,
The Motions,
John Lydon,
Ultravox,
Aloha Tigers,
Radiohead,
The Slits,
Monolake,
Blake Baxter,
Kurtis Blow,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Offenders,
Skarface,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bootsy Collins,
Patti Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Warren Ellis,
Glenn Branca,
Technova,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.