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 Portugal and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mark Hollis to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Lou Christie,
Massinfluence,
The Sonics,
The Modern Lovers,
Thompson Twins,
Sun City Girls,
New York Dolls,
The Gladiators,
The Smoke,
Con Funk Shun,
Anakelly,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brand Nubian,
Minnie Riperton,
Dave Gahan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lakeside,
Bush Tetras,
Stiv Bators,
Lindisfarne,
Pere Ubu,
Supertramp,
The Standells,
DJ Sneak,
The Busters,
Black Sheep,
Ralphi Rosario,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yusef Lateef,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
World's Most,
Motorama,
Wire,
Von Mondo,
Junior Murvin,
The Buckinghams,
Grandmaster Flash,
Television,
The Tremeloes,
Groovy Waters,
F. McDonald,
the Sonics,
Malaria!,
Warsaw,
The Barracudas,
Suicide,
The Gap Band,
Agitation Free,
Jacob Miller,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Todd Terry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Chrome,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dave Clark Five,
Urselle,
The Dirtbombs,
Todd Rundgren,
Outsiders,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.