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 New Zealand and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Barracudas to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Buzzcocks,
The Blues Magoos,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Index,
Amon Düül,
This Heat,
Pussy Galore,
The Residents,
Crash Course in Science,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stetsasonic,
Scratch Acid,
Gichy Dan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Public Image Ltd.,
48th St. Collective,
Masters at Work,
Matthew Halsall,
T.S.O.L.,
Bronski Beat,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Count Five,
Stockholm Monsters,
Silicon Teens,
Jawbox,
The Tremeloes,
Mark Hollis,
Todd Rundgren,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Chris Corsano,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
Spoonie Gee,
The Mummies,
Qualms,
Delta 5,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sonics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultravox,
Bluetip,
Alphaville,
Blancmange,
the Bar-Kays,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Andrew Hill,
Scott Walker,
Fela Kuti,
Oblivians,
Circle Jerks,
Lindisfarne,
Minny Pops,
John Coltrane,
The Victims,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Albert Ayler,
Man Parrish,
David McCallum,
Swell Maps,
The Cramps,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.