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 Guatemala 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Main Source to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Kerri Chandler,
John Cale,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sparks,
Robert Hood,
Bad Manners,
Swans,
Banda Bassotti,
Nico,
PIL,
The Pop Group,
The Monochrome Set,
Eyeless In Gaza,
La Düsseldorf,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kayak,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lightning Bolt,
Minny Pops,
Kurtis Blow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Soft Cell,
Derrick Morgan,
Arthur Verocai,
Lakeside,
The Fugs,
Ten City,
Andrew Hill,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Throbbing Gristle,
OOIOO,
the Slits,
Boredoms,
Dawn Penn,
Lalann,
Isaac Hayes,
L. Decosne,
The Sonics,
Lee Hazlewood,
Moby Grape,
Agent Orange,
R.M.O.,
The Sound,
Steve Hackett,
Spandau Ballet,
Cybotron,
Surgeon,
Au Pairs,
Scott Walker,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultravox,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Malaria!,
The Toasters,
The Star Department,
Yellowson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.