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 Iceland and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Michael McDonald 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 Lucky Dragons to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Negative Approach,
Nik Kershaw,
Can,
Yaz,
The Red Krayola,
Black Pus,
Aural Exciters,
U.S. Maple,
Intrusion,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Beau Brummels,
The Slits,
The United States of America,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Darondo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tres Demented,
The Smiths,
The Mummies,
The Victims,
Chris & Cosey,
the Normal,
Marcia Griffiths,
Freddie Wadling,
Soul II Soul,
Ken Boothe,
Kurtis Blow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gap Band,
Duran Duran,
Judy Mowatt,
The Evens,
Wolf Eyes,
Laurel Aitken,
F. McDonald,
David Bowie,
Pussy Galore,
The Selecter,
The Residents,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Liliput,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Smoke,
Khruangbin,
The Young Rascals,
Sparks,
the Sonics,
Alton Ellis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yusef Lateef,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Reed,
The Kinks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Icehouse,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Modern Lovers,
Eden Ahbez,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gladiators,
Joyce Sims,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.