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 Libya and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gabor Szabo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Metal Thangz,
Nils Olav,
Nico,
Rotary Connection,
Outsiders,
Joyce Sims,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
a-ha,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tubeway Army,
Sly & The Family Stone,
H. Thieme,
Pere Ubu,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Reed,
Interpol,
The Fuzztones,
The Mojo Men,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Peter and Kerry,
Man Parrish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Severed Heads,
Y Pants,
Fifty Foot Hose,
La Düsseldorf,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Porter Ricks,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Remains,
Sarah Menescal,
Roy Ayers,
Spandau Ballet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jerry's Kids,
Pagans,
Leonard Cohen,
Easy Going,
Scratch Acid,
The J.B.'s,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Moleskins,
Monks,
Adolescents,
Ronnie Foster,
The Birthday Party,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jandek,
Loose Ends,
Darondo,
Brick,
Scion,
The Happenings,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Audionom,
The Red Krayola,
The Modern Lovers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.