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 Nauru and from New York.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Radiohead to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
H. Thieme,
The Fortunes,
Clear Light,
Quadrant,
Slave,
Toni Rubio,
The Litter,
Scrapy,
The Gladiators,
Dead Boys,
Gong,
R.M.O.,
Chris Corsano,
Black Sheep,
Moby Grape,
Wire,
Niagra,
Aural Exciters,
Nik Kershaw,
Country Teasers,
Swans,
Banda Bassotti,
Warren Ellis,
Spoonie Gee,
The Birthday Party,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bluetip,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rekid,
Cheater Slicks,
Scan 7,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Japan,
Bobby Sherman,
Brick,
Kas Product,
E-Dancer,
Max Romeo,
Ronan,
Chrome,
Iggy Pop,
Urselle,
This Heat,
Lou Reed,
Main Source,
Dave Gahan,
Grey Daturas,
Essential Logic,
X-Ray Spex,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Walker Brothers,
Cameo,
Index,
Can,
Soft Cell,
Flipper,
Nirvana,
The Wake,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.