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 Madagascar and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 Monochrome Set to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
The Vogues,
Toni Rubio,
Second Layer,
Throbbing Gristle,
Theoretical Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Durutti Column,
Television,
Harry Pussy,
Hot Snakes,
Desert Stars,
Urselle,
David Axelrod,
The Raincoats,
Metal Thangz,
Quadrant,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Modern Lovers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Derrick May,
Banda Bassotti,
Avey Tare,
Peter and Kerry,
ABC,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Cale,
Qualms,
Jesper Dahlback,
Goldenarms,
Moby Grape,
Lalo Schifrin,
David McCallum,
Echospace,
Wire,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Angels of Light,
Smog,
Reagan Youth,
Vladislav Delay,
LL Cool J,
Eurythmics,
Nation of Ulysses,
Althea and Donna,
Alison Limerick,
Brothers Johnson,
Severed Heads,
Easy Going,
Albert Ayler,
Pulsallama,
Das Ding,
The Divine Comedy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The United States of America,
The Black Dice,
Sparks,
The Dirtbombs,
Can,
The Martian,
F. McDonald,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.