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 Azerbaijan and from Manila.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar 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 Toasters to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Bad Manners,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
New Age Steppers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jeff Mills,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Hood,
Tropical Tobacco,
Audionom,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The J.B.'s,
Make Up,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Doors,
The Modern Lovers,
Crispy Ambulance,
New Order,
Sex Pistols,
a-ha,
The Slits,
Scrapy,
Althea and Donna,
Roxette,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Newcleus,
Bobby Sherman,
Derrick May,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Knickerbockers,
Hot Snakes,
The Buckinghams,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang Starr,
Aural Exciters,
Black Bananas,
Bill Wells,
Chris & Cosey,
Country Teasers,
The Music Machine,
Agent Orange,
K-Klass,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fat Boys,
Average White Band,
DJ Style,
Skarface,
Mary Jane Girls,
UT,
Joensuu 1685,
Quando Quango,
John Coltrane,
Nick Fraelich,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Isaac Hayes,
Minutemen,
Agitation Free,
Michelle Simonal,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.