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 Poland and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fortunes to the crunk 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
D'Angelo,
ABC,
Slave,
Bad Manners,
Altered Images,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Zeros,
Excepter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roxette,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
X-102,
Avey Tare,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Barracudas,
Brand Nubian,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rotary Connection,
Sarah Menescal,
The Buckinghams,
The Leaves,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Depeche Mode,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cramps,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Dead C,
Icehouse,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sex Pistols,
One Last Wish,
Magma,
Visage,
Sexual Harrassment,
Malaria!,
Loose Ends,
Bootsy Collins,
the Germs,
Jacques Brel,
Chrome,
Lucky Dragons,
Metal Thangz,
Scrapy,
10cc,
Minutemen,
The American Breed,
Moss Icon,
Robert Görl,
F. McDonald,
X-Ray Spex,
Tom Boy,
Cluster,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DNA,
Grey Daturas,
The Human League,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Schoolly D,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.