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 Turkmenistan and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Arthur Verocai,
Khruangbin,
Crime,
Infiniti,
Sun Ra,
The Music Machine,
The Mummies,
Stockholm Monsters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pussy Galore,
Stiv Bators,
The Slackers,
Agitation Free,
The Martian,
Boz Scaggs,
Barclay James Harvest,
June Days,
Grauzone,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultra Naté,
Young Marble Giants,
Malaria!,
Suicide,
Intrusion,
Cybotron,
Scott Walker,
Sandy B,
Television,
The Stooges,
Faraquet,
The Fugs,
Scion,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Heaven 17,
Rakim,
Barry Ungar,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Flesh Eaters,
Susan Cadogan,
The Motions,
The Grass Roots,
The Electric Prunes,
PIL,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tommy Roe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ossler,
Sound Behaviour,
Electric Prunes,
Skriet,
The Blackbyrds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Invisible,
Minutemen,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.