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 Egypt and from London.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Womack,
The Selecter,
Stiv Bators,
John Holt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Accadde A,
Duran Duran,
The Moody Blues,
Roger Hodgson,
the Sonics,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Leaves,
The Fire Engines,
Dead Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lalo Schifrin,
Royal Trux,
Pierre Henry,
Mars,
Cameo,
New Age Steppers,
Arab on Radar,
Motorama,
Pere Ubu,
Joensuu 1685,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rekid,
The Gories,
KRS-One,
Cecil Taylor,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alphaville,
Theoretical Girls,
Pussy Galore,
Icehouse,
Sound Behaviour,
48th St. Collective,
Rotary Connection,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Matthew Bourne,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultravox,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Schoolly D,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Severed Heads,
Skriet,
Fat Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
New York Dolls,
The Neon Judgement,
Marc Almond,
Procol Harum,
The Vogues,
Ohio Players,
Panda Bear,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Tremeloes,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.