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 Denmark and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet 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 Zero Boys to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Man Parrish,
Cheater Slicks,
Bang On A Can,
Davy DMX,
T. Rex,
The J.B.'s,
Patti Smith,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Sherman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dawn Penn,
Can,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yaz,
Crash Course in Science,
Electric Prunes,
Thompson Twins,
The Blues Magoos,
Aloha Tigers,
Whodini,
Marmalade,
Brass Construction,
Funkadelic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dead Boys,
Schoolly D,
Donald Byrd,
Josef K,
The Names,
Altered Images,
Wasted Youth,
Fear,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eric Copeland,
Goldenarms,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joy Division,
The Move,
Nas,
Heaven 17,
Johnny Clarke,
Fugazi,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Foxx,
Surgeon,
Arcadia,
Lucky Dragons,
Porter Ricks,
Mission of Burma,
The United States of America,
The Tremeloes,
Blossom Toes,
Blake Baxter,
Rod Modell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sexual Harrassment,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.