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 Sudan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 Eden Ahbez to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
New York Dolls,
Von Mondo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Funky Four + One,
Terrestrial Tones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Silicon Teens,
Das Ding,
Los Fastidios,
John Coltrane,
The Electric Prunes,
Echospace,
Arcadia,
Pere Ubu,
Prince Buster,
Aural Exciters,
Albert Ayler,
The Walker Brothers,
Television Personalities,
Joy Division,
Eurythmics,
Connie Case,
Lou Reed,
Jacob Miller,
Little Man,
The Martian,
Lungfish,
48th St. Collective,
Gichy Dan,
Rotary Connection,
Peter & Gordon,
Dead Boys,
Wally Richardson,
Hoover,
Deadbeat,
Index,
Average White Band,
Max Romeo,
Dawn Penn,
The Zeros,
Marmalade,
Eric Copeland,
Camberwell Now,
Ultimate Spinach,
Motorama,
The Sound,
The Pop Group,
Gang of Four,
Rosa Yemen,
Iggy Pop,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Real Kids,
The Gladiators,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bob Dylan,
The New Christs,
The Blackbyrds,
Radiopuhelimet,
Monks,
The Gories,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.