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 Kazakhstan and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
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 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 Michael McDonald 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 Hasil Adkins to the jazz 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
X-Ray Spex,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Unrelated Segments,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joy Division,
The Mojo Men,
Piero Umiliani,
The Slackers,
Jeff Mills,
Robert Görl,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Association,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jawbox,
Blancmange,
David McCallum,
DJ Sneak,
Aaron Thompson,
The Knickerbockers,
Fear,
Thee Headcoats,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Colin Newman,
Essential Logic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blake Baxter,
FM Einheit,
The Searchers,
Roxette,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bad Manners,
The Smoke,
Television Personalities,
Aswad,
Deadbeat,
Amon Düül,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Associates,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brass Construction,
The Modern Lovers,
Leonard Cohen,
Anthony Braxton,
Blossom Toes,
The Invisible,
Television,
Rakim,
The United States of America,
Sonic Youth,
Lungfish,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Beau Brummels,
Quantec,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.