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 Slovenia and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 David Bowie 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 Tears for Fears to the techno 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Scientists,
Sonic Youth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Vogues,
The Skatalites,
Kerrie Biddell,
Anakelly,
Mad Mike,
Toni Rubio,
Deakin,
Dennis Brown,
Theoretical Girls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Faust,
The Golliwogs,
Marmalade,
MC5,
Sällskapet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jandek,
Soft Machine,
The Young Rascals,
The Names,
Colin Newman,
UT,
Guru Guru,
The Grass Roots,
Rakim,
Royal Trux,
Circle Jerks,
EPMD,
Kayak,
Nirvana,
The Litter,
The Seeds,
Icehouse,
James White and The Blacks,
Silicon Teens,
Main Source,
MDC,
Rosa Yemen,
Max Romeo,
Yellowson,
Minor Threat,
Franke,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pole,
Rapeman,
Brass Construction,
F. McDonald,
Scion,
Radio Birdman,
Aloha Tigers,
The Real Kids,
New Order,
David McCallum,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
the Bar-Kays,
Oblivians,
Heaven 17,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.