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 Jamaica and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bad Manners to the electroclash 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Deakin,
Soulsonic Force,
The United States of America,
Ken Boothe,
The Divine Comedy,
Maurizio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Circle Jerks,
Funkadelic,
Mr. Review,
Zero Boys,
JFA,
Bauhaus,
DJ Style,
The Walker Brothers,
The Associates,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gun Club,
Eli Mardock,
Adolescents,
Ludus,
Severed Heads,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scan 7,
The American Breed,
The Skatalites,
The Gap Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cymande,
Marc Almond,
Blancmange,
Malaria!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
T. Rex,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Moss Icon,
Sällskapet,
Yaz,
Rod Modell,
Young Marble Giants,
Wasted Youth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
H. Thieme,
Glenn Branca,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wally Richardson,
Reuben Wilson,
The Birthday Party,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Mummies,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Magma,
Eric Dolphy,
Metal Thangz,
Prince Buster,
The Doors,
Black Bananas,
The Remains,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.