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 Bhutan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fugazi to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Mummies,
the Soft Cell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultra Naté,
Crash Course in Science,
The Motions,
Ohio Players,
Bill Wells,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rites of Spring,
Oblivians,
The New Christs,
Patti Smith,
Infiniti,
Suburban Knight,
Ornette Coleman,
The Five Americans,
Susan Cadogan,
Intrusion,
the Swans,
The Real Kids,
Roger Hodgson,
T. Rex,
Kevin Saunderson,
Average White Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sixth Finger,
Radio Birdman,
Aural Exciters,
Dead Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bootsy Collins,
Adolescents,
Godley & Creme,
Interpol,
Visage,
Q and Not U,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Unrelated Segments,
Urselle,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cure,
Idris Muhammad,
Sight & Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Beau Brummels,
Lee Hazlewood,
Albert Ayler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Christie,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Cale,
The Seeds,
Deadbeat,
Fad Gadget,
Jeff Lynne,
Young Marble Giants,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.