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 Portugal and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Evens to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
DJ Sneak,
Joyce Sims,
Black Flag,
Newcleus,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Martian,
Arcadia,
Wasted Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
Fatback Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Buckinghams,
Model 500,
The New Christs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Funky Four + One,
Agent Orange,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Smiths,
The Zeros,
Porter Ricks,
Zapp,
PIL,
Sun Ra,
Rekid,
James White and The Blacks,
These Immortal Souls,
Wire,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Agitation Free,
Interpol,
Tomorrow,
The Red Krayola,
Section 25,
Moebius,
The Stooges,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Symarip,
Nils Olav,
Scion,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Smoke,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Holt,
Vainqueur,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Trumans Water,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Moon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Buzzcocks,
Yaz,
Morten Harket,
Pulsallama,
Chris & Cosey,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Trojans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.