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 Slovenia and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Searchers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Duran Duran,
T.S.O.L.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Niagra,
The Blues Magoos,
Das Ding,
Accadde A,
Bad Manners,
Joe Smooth,
D'Angelo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brass Construction,
Al Stewart,
the Association,
Pulsallama,
The Fire Engines,
Harry Pussy,
Chris Corsano,
The Fortunes,
Alphaville,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Amon Düül II,
Shoche,
Yellowson,
Godley & Creme,
Section 25,
David Bowie,
Janne Schatter,
The Move,
The Count Five,
The Electric Prunes,
Slave,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Malaria!,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soft Machine,
The Fugs,
Rosa Yemen,
AZ,
Arthur Verocai,
A Certain Ratio,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang Green,
Barry Ungar,
Drexciya,
Stiv Bators,
The Buckinghams,
Lower 48,
Leonard Cohen,
Tommy Roe,
One Last Wish,
Thompson Twins,
the Bar-Kays,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hardrive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.