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 Australia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bauhaus to the electroclash 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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Buzzcocks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Loose Ends,
Nation of Ulysses,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gladiators,
Icehouse,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fluxion,
Public Image Ltd.,
Technova,
The Durutti Column,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
FM Einheit,
Infiniti,
Altered Images,
Schoolly D,
Dual Sessions,
World's Most,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Evens,
Aloha Tigers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alison Limerick,
Freddie Wadling,
The Zeros,
Lou Reed,
Delon & Dalcan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rites of Spring,
T.S.O.L.,
Niagra,
The New Christs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Letta Mbulu,
Country Teasers,
Bill Wells,
AZ,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Monks,
Arthur Verocai,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tres Demented,
The Invisible,
Silicon Teens,
Blake Baxter,
X-101,
Joensuu 1685,
Symarip,
the Human League,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Japan,
Mission of Burma,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Royal Trux,
Flipper,
Sister Nancy,
Organ,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.