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 Cameroon and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a clarinet 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 linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
The Move,
Wolf Eyes,
The J.B.'s,
Severed Heads,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nas,
Symarip,
Bill Wells,
T. Rex,
Tears for Fears,
The New Christs,
The Motions,
Crispian St. Peters,
Maleditus Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Matthew Halsall,
The Leaves,
Vladislav Delay,
the Association,
E-Dancer,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Skaos,
Terrestrial Tones,
Electric Prunes,
Bluetip,
The Slits,
Chris Corsano,
The Gories,
PIL,
The American Breed,
Prince Buster,
ABC,
Guru Guru,
The Names,
Siglo XX,
Andrew Hill,
The Human League,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mars,
Hardrive,
The Kinks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crime,
The Gun Club,
Franke,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tres Demented,
DNA,
The Gladiators,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scion,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultravox,
Intrusion,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DJ Sneak,
Gong,
the Slits,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.