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 Ireland and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 Robert Wyatt to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Lucky Dragons,
Skriet,
The Monochrome Set,
Mission of Burma,
The Saints,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yellowson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Offenders,
The Birthday Party,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Buzzcocks,
X-101,
The Fugs,
Carl Craig,
The Human League,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Red Krayola,
Tim Buckley,
These Immortal Souls,
Reagan Youth,
Trumans Water,
Kurtis Blow,
Shoche,
Metal Thangz,
PIL,
Connie Case,
Lou Reed,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fortunes,
Vladislav Delay,
Sister Nancy,
the Human League,
Yusef Lateef,
Althea and Donna,
the Swans,
Interpol,
Stiv Bators,
Cameo,
The Star Department,
Joyce Sims,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scott Walker,
The Flesh Eaters,
Godley & Creme,
Index,
Jeru the Damaja,
Agent Orange,
Depeche Mode,
New Order,
Alphaville,
Eden Ahbez,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Seeds,
Rufus Thomas,
Anakelly,
The Detroit Cobras,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
E-Dancer,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.