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 Sri Lanka and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the rock 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yaz,
Wings,
Ludus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fire Engines,
These Immortal Souls,
Radiohead,
Tom Boy,
Prince Buster,
Groovy Waters,
Reagan Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Vogues,
Zero Boys,
Amon Düül,
Lower 48,
Marine Girls,
ABC,
Bronski Beat,
The Moleskins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nick Fraelich,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dead Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
Sixth Finger,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Mojo Men,
The Blues Magoos,
Alton Ellis,
The American Breed,
Unwound,
Surgeon,
Scan 7,
Altered Images,
Albert Ayler,
Sex Pistols,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Reed,
Slave,
James White and The Blacks,
Neu!,
Lightning Bolt,
Tim Buckley,
Angry Samoans,
The Names,
Lungfish,
Tommy Roe,
The Motions,
Janne Schatter,
June of 44,
Depeche Mode,
the Bar-Kays,
Bluetip,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kurtis Blow,
The Barracudas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lucky Dragons,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.