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 Brazil and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Liliput to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Ultravox,
Morten Harket,
Jeru the Damaja,
Con Funk Shun,
Roxy Music,
Throbbing Gristle,
Little Man,
The Angels of Light,
Brick,
48th St. Collective,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang of Four,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camberwell Now,
The Sound,
Minor Threat,
The Neon Judgement,
the Bar-Kays,
Tomorrow,
Roger Hodgson,
Tommy Roe,
Nik Kershaw,
Alison Limerick,
The Sonics,
Black Moon,
Cybotron,
The Smiths,
June of 44,
Skriet,
Goldenarms,
Dead Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
Clear Light,
The Saints,
Hardrive,
Jeff Lynne,
The Slackers,
The Fire Engines,
Theoretical Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
The Divine Comedy,
Bill Near,
Trumans Water,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Big Daddy Kane,
Vainqueur,
Malaria!,
Hot Snakes,
LL Cool J,
Radio Birdman,
Godley & Creme,
Skaos,
Robert Wyatt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
cv313,
Warsaw,
Desert Stars,
Marine Girls,
Scan 7,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.