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 Laos and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Slackers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultra Naté,
Scratch Acid,
The Litter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Godley & Creme,
Big Daddy Kane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Sonics,
Leonard Cohen,
Archie Shepp,
The Slits,
The Trojans,
Tomorrow,
Silicon Teens,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DJ Style,
Alphaville,
Tommy Roe,
Lyres,
Eden Ahbez,
Ken Boothe,
Maurizio,
The Durutti Column,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
UT,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DNA,
Jawbox,
The Moleskins,
New York Dolls,
Joy Division,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Erykah Badu,
Andrew Hill,
Intrusion,
The Sisters of Mercy,
U.S. Maple,
Drexciya,
The Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wally Richardson,
Quadrant,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fall,
Theoretical Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
The Real Kids,
The Remains,
Jacques Brel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Clear Light,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Human League,
Audionom,
Soft Machine,
Bad Manners,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.