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 Swaziland and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Star Department to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies 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?
In Retrospect,
The Durutti Column,
Jeff Mills,
The Velvet Underground,
Moss Icon,
Bang On A Can,
Supertramp,
Bauhaus,
Tears for Fears,
June Days,
Hashim,
Boogie Down Productions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Heaven 17,
Alton Ellis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rod Modell,
Whodini,
Darondo,
Groovy Waters,
Aloha Tigers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sun City Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
UT,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ten City,
Black Pus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lungfish,
A Certain Ratio,
Fear,
The Cowsills,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Neon Judgement,
Unwound,
Joey Negro,
Moebius,
Terry Callier,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Judy Mowatt,
Youth Brigade,
Gang Green,
Stockholm Monsters,
Byron Stingily,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Index,
The Trojans,
Icehouse,
Lyres,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roger Hodgson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hasil Adkins,
Brick,
Nils Olav,
T.S.O.L.,
Das Ding,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.