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 Italy and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Donald Fagen 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 F. McDonald to the grunge 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Cameo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Germs,
Spandau Ballet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Masters at Work,
The Gories,
Theoretical Girls,
The Moody Blues,
the Association,
Danielle Patucci,
Angry Samoans,
The Techniques,
Marshall Jefferson,
Metal Thangz,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bronski Beat,
Au Pairs,
Q65,
Al Stewart,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dead Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
Ronnie Foster,
Bob Dylan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Suicide,
La Düsseldorf,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aswad,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tom Boy,
Crash Course in Science,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Janne Schatter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ponytail,
Nation of Ulysses,
10cc,
Erasure,
Gichy Dan,
The Divine Comedy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Carl Craig,
Bluetip,
Sonic Youth,
The Five Americans,
Infiniti,
R.M.O.,
Anthony Braxton,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tres Demented,
Sight & Sound,
Ultravox,
Sound Behaviour,
CMW,
Darondo,
Skarface,
Freddie Wadling,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.