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 Lebanon and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sonics to the techno 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Ultravox,
the Slits,
Hashim,
The Happenings,
Delta 5,
The Birthday Party,
Aloha Tigers,
B.T. Express,
The Cowsills,
Wolf Eyes,
Terry Callier,
Robert Görl,
The Toasters,
Barry Ungar,
Harry Pussy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Slick Rick,
Eric Dolphy,
Visage,
the Normal,
Fluxion,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Modern Lovers,
Loose Ends,
The American Breed,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Bar-Kays,
This Heat,
Black Sheep,
Joe Smooth,
the Germs,
Vainqueur,
Magma,
Average White Band,
The Moody Blues,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fortunes,
Angry Samoans,
Deakin,
The Knickerbockers,
Simply Red,
Eric B and Rakim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Skriet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kayak,
Lakeside,
Goldenarms,
Jimmy McGriff,
Parry Music,
Andrew Hill,
Urselle,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Selecter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Darondo,
X-101,
Pylon,
Blancmange,
Sonic Youth,
Tomorrow,
Bad Manners,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.