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 Kosovo and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Drive Like Jehu to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
New York Dolls,
The Slackers,
Theoretical Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Al Stewart,
Supertramp,
Gang of Four,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Steve Hackett,
Excepter,
Aural Exciters,
Rites of Spring,
Angry Samoans,
Godley & Creme,
David Bowie,
T.S.O.L.,
Peter & Gordon,
Amon Düül,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dead Boys,
Rekid,
The Move,
Surgeon,
Morten Harket,
Smog,
Tom Boy,
Icehouse,
Moby Grape,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Public Image Ltd.,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Byrd,
The Velvet Underground,
JFA,
One Last Wish,
Camberwell Now,
Saccharine Trust,
Joensuu 1685,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Tremeloes,
Royal Trux,
Au Pairs,
Aloha Tigers,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Bananas,
Glenn Branca,
The Stooges,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pussy Galore,
Leonard Cohen,
Prince Buster,
Jawbox,
Ultra Naté,
The Gories,
Ituana,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DJ Style,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.