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 Netherlands and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Offenders to the grunge 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Althea and Donna,
Warren Ellis,
Magazine,
Jeff Lynne,
Pussy Galore,
Juan Atkins,
Intrusion,
Leonard Cohen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fela Kuti,
Letta Mbulu,
Blancmange,
Sunsets and Hearts,
This Heat,
Scion,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Colin Newman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Blossom Toes,
Joe Smooth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
OOIOO,
Joy Division,
The Human League,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Monolake,
Darondo,
Iggy Pop,
The Sonics,
Lakeside,
Bobbi Humphrey,
L. Decosne,
Andrew Hill,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Human League,
Rosa Yemen,
Whodini,
Masters at Work,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cure,
A Certain Ratio,
Mars,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Flag,
Chris Corsano,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fugazi,
Unwound,
Black Bananas,
Eden Ahbez,
Dennis Brown,
Barry Ungar,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultra Naté,
Banda Bassotti,
Dave Gahan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.