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 New Zealand and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 8 Eyed Spy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Michelle Simonal,
Technova,
Cybotron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Associates,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tres Demented,
Radio Birdman,
Ituana,
The Buckinghams,
Neil Young,
Maleditus Sound,
the Association,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mars,
The Fire Engines,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joyce Sims,
The Red Krayola,
Archie Shepp,
The Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lindisfarne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eric B and Rakim,
MC5,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Zero Boys,
E-Dancer,
Rites of Spring,
Danielle Patucci,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Royal Trux,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Tremeloes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aural Exciters,
The Victims,
The Sonics,
the Soft Cell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Flamin' Groovies,
One Last Wish,
Vladislav Delay,
Goldenarms,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rod Modell,
Glenn Branca,
The American Breed,
Desert Stars,
Khruangbin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Skaos,
Panda Bear,
Half Japanese,
Ultravox,
Tom Boy,
Sex Pistols,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.