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 Israel and from Manila.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
June of 44,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cramps,
Althea and Donna,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Basic Channel,
Bad Manners,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Parry Music,
Radio Birdman,
Darondo,
Liliput,
David Axelrod,
China Crisis,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Techniques,
Kerri Chandler,
Von Mondo,
Nik Kershaw,
The Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Skaos,
The Names,
Michelle Simonal,
The Dirtbombs,
Model 500,
Skarface,
The Buckinghams,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Swell Maps,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultravox,
The Real Kids,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Desert Stars,
Das Ding,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Smoke,
New Age Steppers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Whodini,
Adolescents,
Minor Threat,
Flash Fearless,
Vainqueur,
Pylon,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Anakelly,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jandek,
Pet Shop Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joyce Sims,
Tom Boy,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.