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 France and from Salvador.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Moebius to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Searchers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barclay James Harvest,
U.S. Maple,
Ituana,
La Düsseldorf,
Crispy Ambulance,
Iggy Pop,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Judy Mowatt,
Swans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Talk Talk,
Mad Mike,
Pantytec,
Sparks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Holt,
These Immortal Souls,
The Zeros,
Radiopuhelimet,
New York Dolls,
The Birthday Party,
Freddie Wadling,
Fugazi,
Althea and Donna,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aloha Tigers,
Susan Cadogan,
Young Marble Giants,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rekid,
Sonic Youth,
Deadbeat,
Sun Ra,
The Walker Brothers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roxy Music,
Marshall Jefferson,
Junior Murvin,
L. Decosne,
Stiv Bators,
Nils Olav,
Groovy Waters,
Ice-T,
Clear Light,
Frankie Knuckles,
Chrome,
Funky Four + One,
Urselle,
Dead Boys,
The Victims,
Fat Boys,
Cluster,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dual Sessions,
ABBA,
Kerrie Biddell,
Von Mondo,
Maurizio,
Pharoah Sanders,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.