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 Armenia and from New York.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 Absolute Body Control to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Electric Prunes,
David McCallum,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lungfish,
Pantaleimon,
Second Layer,
Massinfluence,
Shuggie Otis,
Warren Ellis,
Crash Course in Science,
The Invisible,
Basic Channel,
Joy Division,
Donny Hathaway,
Magazine,
Grauzone,
James White and The Blacks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Robert Hood,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dorothy Ashby,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pagans,
Max Romeo,
Eli Mardock,
PIL,
The Zeros,
Joey Negro,
Essential Logic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rites of Spring,
John Foxx,
Dual Sessions,
The Velvet Underground,
Sugar Minott,
Little Man,
Pussy Galore,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wasted Youth,
Rufus Thomas,
Kerri Chandler,
Sunsets and Hearts,
R.M.O.,
Easy Going,
Spandau Ballet,
Yellowson,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Motorama,
Bush Tetras,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fugs,
Freddie Wadling,
Spoonie Gee,
Pylon,
Charles Mingus,
Todd Rundgren,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.