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 Bangladesh and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 The Martian to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Amazonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mad Mike,
Make Up,
The Golliwogs,
Deakin,
The Monochrome Set,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Bananas,
Connie Case,
The American Breed,
The Toasters,
The Blackbyrds,
Siglo XX,
Sparks,
The Gories,
Goldenarms,
Terrestrial Tones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fear,
New Order,
Bang On A Can,
The Buckinghams,
This Heat,
Arab on Radar,
Sex Pistols,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Unrelated Segments,
Tubeway Army,
Reuben Wilson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Juan Atkins,
Half Japanese,
Organ,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Move,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Heaven 17,
The Martian,
Aswad,
Essential Logic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Silicon Teens,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Foxx,
Symarip,
Sound Behaviour,
Johnny Clarke,
Man Parrish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Franke,
New York Dolls,
Kerri Chandler,
ABBA,
The Seeds,
Outsiders,
Davy DMX,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.