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 Israel and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Sex Pistols to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scrapy,
ABC,
Royal Trux,
Roxette,
Rod Modell,
F. McDonald,
The Wake,
Liliput,
Rotary Connection,
The Smoke,
Bobby Womack,
The Grass Roots,
Jeff Lynne,
Visage,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Janne Schatter,
Wally Richardson,
Symarip,
Unwound,
The Offenders,
U.S. Maple,
X-Ray Spex,
The Sonics,
Minor Threat,
Mandrill,
Crispian St. Peters,
Albert Ayler,
Rosa Yemen,
The Doors,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kool Moe Dee,
June Days,
Pantytec,
Lindisfarne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pagans,
Deepchord,
Leonard Cohen,
Tubeway Army,
The New Christs,
Loose Ends,
Soft Machine,
The Searchers,
Negative Approach,
Ken Boothe,
Sexual Harrassment,
Youth Brigade,
Glambeats Corp.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bauhaus,
Al Stewart,
Essential Logic,
Quantec,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marc Almond,
X-101,
The Fortunes,
Prince Buster,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.