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 Armenia and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Index to the electroclash 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Johnny Clarke,
Lungfish,
The Offenders,
Arcadia,
Lyres,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Modern Lovers,
Bob Dylan,
Eddi Front,
The Sound,
PIL,
Suicide,
Danielle Patucci,
ABC,
Jimmy McGriff,
Malaria!,
EPMD,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Infiniti,
The Mojo Men,
Barry Ungar,
The Saints,
The Neon Judgement,
Steve Hackett,
The Slits,
Cymande,
Crispy Ambulance,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
K-Klass,
Motorama,
Franke,
Kenny Larkin,
John Foxx,
the Germs,
Sixth Finger,
Youth Brigade,
Harry Pussy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
E-Dancer,
MDC,
Index,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nirvana,
Black Flag,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Byrd,
Hot Snakes,
kango's stein massive,
Freddie Wadling,
T. Rex,
The Electric Prunes,
Section 25,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Five Americans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bush Tetras,
Flash Fearless,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Unwound,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.