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 Andorra and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Detroit Cobras to the disco 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bluetip,
Mission of Burma,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Mojo Men,
Loose Ends,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roger Hodgson,
Susan Cadogan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Happenings,
Davy DMX,
Amon Düül II,
The Knickerbockers,
The American Breed,
The Dead C,
The Smiths,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Evens,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Graham Central Station,
Alice Coltrane,
Simply Red,
Ponytail,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Red Krayola,
Essential Logic,
Ornette Coleman,
Suicide,
Darondo,
The Grass Roots,
Sight & Sound,
Boredoms,
Moss Icon,
Robert Görl,
The Buckinghams,
Inner City,
Harry Pussy,
The Slits,
The Music Machine,
Scan 7,
Suburban Knight,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Procol Harum,
Black Sheep,
Excepter,
Mandrill,
Kenny Larkin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Five Americans,
The Saints,
Schoolly D,
Connie Case,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lightning Bolt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Qualms,
The Move,
Tomorrow,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.