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 Congo and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Electric Prunes to the electroclash 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 Christie. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
The Slackers,
Pierre Henry,
The Blackbyrds,
Funky Four + One,
Iggy Pop,
The Trojans,
Joy Division,
Sällskapet,
Howard Jones,
Agitation Free,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mr. Review,
Scientists,
Black Moon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Slits,
Pet Shop Boys,
Warren Ellis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lightning Bolt,
Unwound,
Loose Ends,
48th St. Collective,
Radiohead,
This Heat,
X-101,
The Human League,
Jeru the Damaja,
Chris Corsano,
Suicide,
Jawbox,
The Cramps,
kango's stein massive,
cv313,
Livin' Joy,
10cc,
The Neon Judgement,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cymande,
Half Japanese,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Remains,
Bobby Sherman,
The Smoke,
Saccharine Trust,
Clear Light,
Shuggie Otis,
The Moleskins,
The Beau Brummels,
Sonny Sharrock,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Coltrane,
Hasil Adkins,
Surgeon,
Eurythmics,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Residents,
Jerry's Kids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crispian St. Peters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Music Machine,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.