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 Marshall Islands and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Electric Prunes to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aaron Thompson,
FM Einheit,
Schoolly D,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hardrive,
Surgeon,
Johnny Clarke,
Circle Jerks,
Lalann,
The Slits,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oneida,
Von Mondo,
Japan,
Jacob Miller,
Nirvana,
The Busters,
Quadrant,
Lee Hazlewood,
David McCallum,
Black Moon,
New Age Steppers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Music Machine,
Hot Snakes,
The Motions,
Interpol,
Outsiders,
The Mojo Men,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Chris Corsano,
Glenn Branca,
Slave,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Grass Roots,
Godley & Creme,
Altered Images,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Arab on Radar,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camberwell Now,
The Dirtbombs,
Joy Division,
Nick Fraelich,
Pantytec,
Lou Christie,
The Moleskins,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fuzztones,
E-Dancer,
Chrome,
Negative Approach,
Rapeman,
Magazine,
Television Personalities,
Brass Construction,
The Associates,
Peter & Gordon,
This Heat,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.