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 Monaco and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fugs to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Magma,
The Happenings,
John Holt,
Moss Icon,
MC5,
Crispian St. Peters,
Supertramp,
Fela Kuti,
Royal Trux,
Wasted Youth,
Rites of Spring,
Josef K,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alice Coltrane,
Dark Day,
The Index,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rod Modell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Procol Harum,
The Busters,
Warsaw,
Lou Reed,
Porter Ricks,
Interpol,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ituana,
Eve St. Jones,
Amon Düül,
Outsiders,
The Searchers,
Y Pants,
Malaria!,
Steve Hackett,
Symarip,
Gang Starr,
Kas Product,
The Music Machine,
Qualms,
Icehouse,
Crispy Ambulance,
Vladislav Delay,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tomorrow,
The Martian,
Darondo,
Section 25,
Joyce Sims,
Young Marble Giants,
The Neon Judgement,
Neil Young,
Scrapy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bang On A Can,
Second Layer,
Wings,
Charles Mingus,
R.M.O.,
Gichy Dan,
D'Angelo,
Bauhaus,
ABBA,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.