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 Tonga and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 Rapeman to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Ponytail,
The New Christs,
Angry Samoans,
Funkadelic,
Albert Ayler,
Agitation Free,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
T. Rex,
Cameo,
Erasure,
The Walker Brothers,
Matthew Halsall,
Don Cherry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Quadrant,
Graham Central Station,
New York Dolls,
Niagra,
Moss Icon,
Model 500,
Black Moon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scott Walker,
Organ,
Average White Band,
Negative Approach,
Cheater Slicks,
48th St. Collective,
The Martian,
Sexual Harrassment,
Surgeon,
Josef K,
Moby Grape,
ABC,
The Sonics,
Lebanon Hanover,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Todd Terry,
Black Flag,
Rhythm & Sound,
Silicon Teens,
Kurtis Blow,
X-101,
Matthew Bourne,
a-ha,
The Gun Club,
Tomorrow,
The Fall,
Skaos,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camberwell Now,
Tommy Roe,
New Order,
Flash Fearless,
The Count Five,
Harry Pussy,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.