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 Saudi Arabia and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Harpers Bizarre to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
The Evens,
Maleditus Sound,
Graham Central Station,
Man Parrish,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Residents,
Amon Düül,
The Gladiators,
The Gap Band,
The Cramps,
Ash Ra Tempel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Au Pairs,
JFA,
John Cale,
Sister Nancy,
Second Layer,
The Count Five,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Dirtbombs,
Wolf Eyes,
Eden Ahbez,
Los Fastidios,
Cheater Slicks,
The Slackers,
The Monochrome Set,
Television Personalities,
Bill Near,
Monks,
The Electric Prunes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cybotron,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sällskapet,
Quando Quango,
New York Dolls,
Soft Machine,
Young Marble Giants,
Public Enemy,
Swans,
Carl Craig,
Nico,
Monolake,
Angry Samoans,
Marine Girls,
The Durutti Column,
Letta Mbulu,
Flipper,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Christie,
Dual Sessions,
Whodini,
Fear,
The Star Department,
Lungfish,
AZ,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
FM Einheit,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.