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 Bahrain and from Manchester.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 Hot Snakes to the rock 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Monochrome Set,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sandy B,
Fort Wilson Riot,
ABC,
MDC,
Lee Hazlewood,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dark Day,
Josef K,
Marine Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
The Evens,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jerry's Kids,
Byron Stingily,
Camouflage,
The Real Kids,
Gichy Dan,
Parry Music,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Barracudas,
Oneida,
The Moleskins,
The American Breed,
Sixth Finger,
Rakim,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Human League,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Misunderstood,
Liliput,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
H. Thieme,
Visage,
Joe Finger,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Basic Channel,
Sugar Minott,
The Zeros,
Gabor Szabo,
The Neon Judgement,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Max Romeo,
X-101,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bill Wells,
Roger Hodgson,
Malaria!,
Altered Images,
Jesper Dahlback,
Andrew Hill,
cv313,
Absolute Body Control,
Fugazi,
Clear Light,
Crispian St. Peters,
Suburban Knight,
The Index,
David Axelrod,
Skriet,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.