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 Cameroon and from Beijing.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Circle Jerks to the jazz 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Graham Central Station,
Arab on Radar,
Pylon,
Dead Boys,
The Moleskins,
Eve St. Jones,
Eden Ahbez,
The American Breed,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brothers Johnson,
Pierre Henry,
Tommy Roe,
The Standells,
Al Stewart,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Echospace,
The Gap Band,
Drexciya,
The J.B.'s,
Smog,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wolf Eyes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Freddie Wadling,
Byron Stingily,
Unwound,
The Happenings,
Slave,
Soft Machine,
The Sonics,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bad Manners,
Von Mondo,
Adolescents,
Brick,
Black Pus,
B.T. Express,
Black Bananas,
Harmonia,
The United States of America,
OOIOO,
The Slackers,
Agent Orange,
Idris Muhammad,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Divine Comedy,
John Lydon,
Inner City,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hasil Adkins,
Metal Thangz,
Marshall Jefferson,
T. Rex,
Jacques Brel,
The Black Dice,
Wings,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Raincoats,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.