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 Bhutan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Names to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Infiniti,
Morten Harket,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alison Limerick,
The Saints,
Davy DMX,
Gang of Four,
Roger Hodgson,
Electric Prunes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Swans,
Mad Mike,
The Fire Engines,
Yusef Lateef,
Jerry's Kids,
New Order,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rapeman,
John Coltrane,
Talk Talk,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Reagan Youth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Doors,
Country Teasers,
Mantronix,
The Motions,
EPMD,
Porter Ricks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scan 7,
Dave Gahan,
Pierre Henry,
OOIOO,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eric Copeland,
Animal Collective,
Livin' Joy,
Leonard Cohen,
Adolescents,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Selecter,
The Sonics,
Kerrie Biddell,
Peter and Kerry,
Henry Cow,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wolf Eyes,
Clear Light,
The Divine Comedy,
Y Pants,
Public Enemy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Suburban Knight,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.