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 Nicaragua and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Stiv Bators to the disco 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms 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 crunk 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Ronnie Foster,
Alphaville,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Stooges,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Knickerbockers,
Rotary Connection,
Gichy Dan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Desert Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Sonics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jeru the Damaja,
New York Dolls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Flag,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scratch Acid,
Average White Band,
Tears for Fears,
Television,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lyres,
Todd Rundgren,
Barclay James Harvest,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stereo Dub,
Jerry's Kids,
The Modern Lovers,
Radiohead,
Whodini,
Country Teasers,
The Angels of Light,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Shoche,
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare,
Thompson Twins,
David Axelrod,
The Cowsills,
The Alarm Clocks,
Massinfluence,
Al Stewart,
AZ,
Hot Snakes,
Young Marble Giants,
The Electric Prunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eden Ahbez,
Basic Channel,
Lou Christie,
the Slits,
The Sonics,
The Move,
Lou Reed,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.