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 Qatar and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 June Days to the punk 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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Janne Schatter,
The Golliwogs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Zapp,
Ossler,
The Vogues,
a-ha,
Amon Düül II,
Liliput,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Womack,
the Human League,
Gang Green,
The Gladiators,
Scrapy,
Loose Ends,
Angry Samoans,
Ronan,
Duran Duran,
Country Teasers,
These Immortal Souls,
The Index,
Pantytec,
The Cowsills,
Kaleidoscope,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kas Product,
Sugar Minott,
Intrusion,
Unwound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pulsallama,
Wings,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cure,
Ronnie Foster,
Television Personalities,
Pere Ubu,
Jandek,
The Star Department,
Deadbeat,
Anthony Braxton,
Minutemen,
John Holt,
Minny Pops,
The Sonics,
Crooked Eye,
Gabor Szabo,
Joyce Sims,
Public Enemy,
Erasure,
New Order,
One Last Wish,
Malaria!,
Minnie Riperton,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Silicon Teens,
David Bowie,
Barry Ungar,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.