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 Chile and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the grunge 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
This Heat,
Joy Division,
The United States of America,
Kayak,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bush Tetras,
Tom Boy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Cale,
Lebanon Hanover,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
PIL,
Joensuu 1685,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Leaves,
Laurel Aitken,
Barbara Tucker,
Ice-T,
L. Decosne,
Black Flag,
Monks,
Hardrive,
Moebius,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Leonard Cohen,
Byron Stingily,
DJ Style,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Reagan Youth,
Infiniti,
David McCallum,
Inner City,
The Moleskins,
Jawbox,
The Grass Roots,
Liliput,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gun Club,
Faraquet,
ABC,
Niagra,
Robert Görl,
Crooked Eye,
the Bar-Kays,
Television,
Minny Pops,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Technova,
Gregory Isaacs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Searchers,
Half Japanese,
Graham Central Station,
Tim Buckley,
The Offenders,
10cc,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grey Daturas,
Slick Rick,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.