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 Romania and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord 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 A Certain Ratio to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
The Raincoats,
The Evens,
The Motions,
R.M.O.,
Matthew Bourne,
Skarface,
Public Enemy,
Thompson Twins,
Avey Tare,
Guru Guru,
Patti Smith,
Ossler,
Davy DMX,
Eric B and Rakim,
Harmonia,
Camouflage,
Niagra,
Tommy Roe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tropical Tobacco,
Susan Cadogan,
Suicide,
Delon & Dalcan,
Von Mondo,
Agent Orange,
Archie Shepp,
Gong,
Loose Ends,
Eden Ahbez,
Reuben Wilson,
The Neon Judgement,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crash Course in Science,
John Lydon,
Interpol,
Nik Kershaw,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dual Sessions,
Chrome,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roxy Music,
Lyres,
Wolf Eyes,
The Knickerbockers,
Negative Approach,
Lou Reed,
Livin' Joy,
Rod Modell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Procol Harum,
Cybotron,
Brothers Johnson,
The Skatalites,
The Toasters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Smoke,
Scientists,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aloha Tigers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wire,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.