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 Angola and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 the Association to the dance 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Motorama,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lightning Bolt,
John Cale,
The Blues Magoos,
The Doors,
Parry Music,
Quando Quango,
The Gap Band,
Dead Boys,
Scrapy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lalann,
Pere Ubu,
Todd Terry,
MC5,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tim Buckley,
Altered Images,
Lower 48,
Yusef Lateef,
Sixth Finger,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Banda Bassotti,
Cluster,
Boz Scaggs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Tremeloes,
Sun Ra,
Michelle Simonal,
Franke,
Brass Construction,
Moebius,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Star Department,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultravox,
John Lydon,
The Invisible,
Spoonie Gee,
Little Man,
Arcadia,
The Barracudas,
The Grass Roots,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Pus,
The Mojo Men,
Saccharine Trust,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Freddie Wadling,
Donny Hathaway,
Toni Rubio,
AZ,
The Dead C,
These Immortal Souls,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.