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 Ukraine and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Schoolly D to the punk 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Isaac Hayes,
Icehouse,
The Wake,
Unwound,
Lalann,
Alton Ellis,
Tim Buckley,
The Modern Lovers,
Los Fastidios,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The United States of America,
Unrelated Segments,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alphaville,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
48th St. Collective,
Second Layer,
Ronan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sex Pistols,
The Sound,
L. Decosne,
Eric Dolphy,
10cc,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kurtis Blow,
Chris Corsano,
Black Sheep,
D'Angelo,
The Star Department,
LL Cool J,
Camouflage,
Boogie Down Productions,
Magma,
Blake Baxter,
Deakin,
Bauhaus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sarah Menescal,
John Cale,
Severed Heads,
EPMD,
Massinfluence,
Malaria!,
The American Breed,
The Gladiators,
the Swans,
Gang Green,
Japan,
Make Up,
Rod Modell,
Crooked Eye,
Symarip,
Model 500,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bluetip,
Deadbeat,
Piero Umiliani,
The Golliwogs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.