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 East Timor and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 The Modern Lovers 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
The Birthday Party,
The Stooges,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Model 500,
Bauhaus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tres Demented,
Tommy Roe,
Rod Modell,
Brand Nubian,
Sixth Finger,
Basic Channel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stetsasonic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Coltrane,
Lyres,
Bill Near,
June Days,
Tears for Fears,
Babytalk,
This Heat,
Cheater Slicks,
The Smoke,
Quantec,
Swell Maps,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cal Tjader,
The Raincoats,
Talk Talk,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Agitation Free,
The Smiths,
La Düsseldorf,
Minor Threat,
Kurtis Blow,
Maurizio,
Lower 48,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amon Düül II,
Soulsonic Force,
Soft Cell,
Cluster,
Parry Music,
Loose Ends,
X-Ray Spex,
Aural Exciters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
E-Dancer,
Davy DMX,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Trumans Water,
The Litter,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed,
Duran Duran,
Alison Limerick,
The Music Machine,
The Toasters,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.