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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 the Sonics to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Amon Düül II,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Arthur Verocai,
Excepter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jacques Brel,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fire Engines,
Ohio Players,
Gastr Del Sol,
FM Einheit,
The Mummies,
Funkadelic,
The Young Rascals,
Gang Green,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Con Funk Shun,
Roger Hodgson,
D'Angelo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
10cc,
Whodini,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tom Boy,
Arab on Radar,
Archie Shepp,
Graham Central Station,
Isaac Hayes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The J.B.'s,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yellowson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Beau Brummels,
Althea and Donna,
Minny Pops,
Sister Nancy,
Altered Images,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Spoonie Gee,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yazoo,
The Zeros,
The Searchers,
Slick Rick,
Guru Guru,
The Fuzztones,
Tropical Tobacco,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Buzzcocks,
Minnie Riperton,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Blancmange,
World's Most,
Dawn Penn,
The Busters,
John Coltrane,
Vainqueur,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Talk Talk,
The Alarm Clocks,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.