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 Comoros and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Bill Near to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
R.M.O.,
Lakeside,
Spoonie Gee,
Sugar Minott,
Slick Rick,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Loose Ends,
Soul Sonic Force,
Can,
Easy Going,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Saints,
Circle Jerks,
Rites of Spring,
The Cramps,
Janne Schatter,
Infiniti,
UT,
Carl Craig,
DNA,
Sonic Youth,
The Techniques,
Scratch Acid,
Desert Stars,
Dead Boys,
Organ,
Connie Case,
Joey Negro,
Marmalade,
The Moleskins,
Tomorrow,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Moon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eurythmics,
The Trojans,
Sandy B,
Masters at Work,
Rekid,
Erasure,
the Slits,
The Monochrome Set,
David Axelrod,
Radiohead,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ohio Players,
Junior Murvin,
Sex Pistols,
La Düsseldorf,
Wolf Eyes,
Basic Channel,
the Association,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cameo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Parry Music,
Sixth Finger,
Mad Mike,
kango's stein massive,
Severed Heads,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.