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 China and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Gastr Del Sol to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
The Gun Club,
Bill Near,
Scan 7,
These Immortal Souls,
Agitation Free,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fluxion,
Siglo XX,
Glenn Branca,
Ludus,
DNA,
The Searchers,
Bad Manners,
The Raincoats,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roy Ayers,
Babytalk,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Golliwogs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deepchord,
Intrusion,
Silicon Teens,
Dead Boys,
Kas Product,
The Modern Lovers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bootsy Collins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Lydon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fugs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fatback Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Marcia Griffiths,
Organ,
Icehouse,
Bang On A Can,
Scrapy,
Wire,
the Fania All-Stars,
Amon Düül II,
Swans,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fire Engines,
Pantytec,
Parry Music,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tim Buckley,
Audionom,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Funkadelic,
Nirvana,
Man Parrish,
Zero Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.