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 Mongolia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar 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 Radiopuhelimet to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David Axelrod,
Tom Boy,
Babytalk,
Reagan Youth,
Blossom Toes,
The Barracudas,
Harry Pussy,
Ultravox,
Panda Bear,
Ludus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Liliput,
Average White Band,
Graham Central Station,
Susan Cadogan,
The Velvet Underground,
Index,
Jawbox,
Pere Ubu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Angry Samoans,
Shuggie Otis,
ABC,
F. McDonald,
The Black Dice,
Jerry's Kids,
Stereo Dub,
Rod Modell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Pretty Things,
The Golliwogs,
The United States of America,
Dawn Penn,
Ice-T,
T.S.O.L.,
The Toasters,
Sun City Girls,
Hot Snakes,
The Dirtbombs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Skriet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marine Girls,
Roy Ayers,
The Saints,
Goldenarms,
Fear,
Minutemen,
Black Moon,
MC5,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Slave,
Eric Copeland,
John Holt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.