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 Italy and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 T.S.O.L. to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar 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 spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
The Electric Prunes,
Brass Construction,
Throbbing Gristle,
Skriet,
Easy Going,
Smog,
Popol Vuh,
Gang Green,
New Order,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Heaven 17,
Maleditus Sound,
Franke,
Sarah Menescal,
Steve Hackett,
The Sonics,
The Offenders,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Negative Approach,
Porter Ricks,
The Vogues,
F. McDonald,
Soulsonic Force,
Boz Scaggs,
cv313,
Anakelly,
Amon Düül II,
Lucky Dragons,
Bad Manners,
The Smiths,
Ice-T,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fluxion,
Public Image Ltd.,
Outsiders,
Monolake,
Pantaleimon,
Angry Samoans,
Adolescents,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Christie,
Bauhaus,
Supertramp,
Banda Bassotti,
Blake Baxter,
David McCallum,
Inner City,
The Martian,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scientists,
Television Personalities,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alphaville,
Johnny Osbourne,
Don Cherry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.