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 Ethiopia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Section 25,
The Angels of Light,
Minutemen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Das Ding,
Lou Christie,
The Selecter,
Ohio Players,
AZ,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Newcleus,
Joey Negro,
Altered Images,
Young Marble Giants,
Kurtis Blow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Move,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
8 Eyed Spy,
John Lydon,
Talk Talk,
Kerri Chandler,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Durutti Column,
Ossler,
Radio Birdman,
Deadbeat,
the Slits,
The Blackbyrds,
Qualms,
Lou Reed,
Blossom Toes,
Symarip,
Oneida,
Harmonia,
Reuben Wilson,
Circle Jerks,
Warren Ellis,
World's Most,
Soul Sonic Force,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fugs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cymande,
Black Bananas,
Nik Kershaw,
Half Japanese,
Deakin,
The Standells,
The Young Rascals,
The Remains,
The Index,
Animal Collective,
DJ Style,
The Searchers,
Swans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.