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 Swaziland and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 Ultravox to the disco 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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Soft Machine,
Soulsonic Force,
Television Personalities,
DJ Sneak,
Siglo XX,
The Residents,
10cc,
Porter Ricks,
Kurtis Blow,
Nation of Ulysses,
Schoolly D,
Barrington Levy,
Sun Ra,
kango's stein massive,
Public Enemy,
the Swans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Busters,
Infiniti,
The Modern Lovers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Panda Bear,
Bizarre Inc.,
Goldenarms,
Mantronix,
Glenn Branca,
Bauhaus,
Todd Rundgren,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Agent Orange,
Delta 5,
H. Thieme,
Sällskapet,
Mr. Review,
Crispy Ambulance,
Faraquet,
The Tremeloes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jacques Brel,
Little Man,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sex Pistols,
Pylon,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Durutti Column,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Happenings,
Section 25,
Tim Buckley,
Tommy Roe,
Fugazi,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Heaven 17,
Marmalade,
OOIOO,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marine Girls,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.