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 Seychelles and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 Joy Division to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Harry Pussy,
Lungfish,
Robert Hood,
DJ Style,
The Black Dice,
Niagra,
Davy DMX,
Janne Schatter,
Kenny Larkin,
John Cale,
Eric Dolphy,
Saccharine Trust,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Desert Stars,
Swell Maps,
Gang Green,
Jerry's Kids,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Buzzcocks,
Zero Boys,
Nico,
Radiopuhelimet,
Outsiders,
The Moleskins,
Boz Scaggs,
Hot Snakes,
Angry Samoans,
Eli Mardock,
The Beau Brummels,
Fear,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Thee Headcoats,
In Retrospect,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Newcleus,
Barrington Levy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The J.B.'s,
Blancmange,
EPMD,
Scratch Acid,
Inner City,
The Saints,
The Gap Band,
Public Enemy,
Y Pants,
Wasted Youth,
Intrusion,
Panda Bear,
The Grass Roots,
Clear Light,
Howard Jones,
Warren Ellis,
U.S. Maple,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Stooges,
Cabaret Voltaire,
H. Thieme,
Isaac Hayes,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.