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 Italy and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 Amon Düül to the disco 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
The Fortunes,
Stereo Dub,
Index,
Depeche Mode,
Jacob Miller,
Lower 48,
Mo-Dettes,
Gichy Dan,
Sex Pistols,
The Doobie Brothers,
One Last Wish,
Gong,
Joy Division,
John Holt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Man Parrish,
Tomorrow,
Carl Craig,
Average White Band,
The Human League,
Bizarre Inc.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Hood,
Gastr Del Sol,
Andrew Hill,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pierre Henry,
Quantec,
Dark Day,
Eric Copeland,
The Move,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Steve Hackett,
Das Ding,
Janne Schatter,
The Toasters,
Brand Nubian,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Sherman,
June of 44,
Tropical Tobacco,
Negative Approach,
Joyce Sims,
The Fugs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harmonia,
Brass Construction,
Soulsonic Force,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Slits,
Brick,
Dead Boys,
The Victims,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Dirtbombs,
June Days,
Lightning Bolt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rekid,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.