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 Russia and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the electroclash 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Pagans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skarface,
Reagan Youth,
Avey Tare,
Joy Division,
Youth Brigade,
Kerrie Biddell,
Public Enemy,
Delta 5,
James White and The Blacks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Glenn Branca,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rekid,
OOIOO,
Kool Moe Dee,
ABC,
Panda Bear,
Michelle Simonal,
Soft Cell,
Max Romeo,
Wings,
Wasted Youth,
Tom Boy,
Stereo Dub,
The American Breed,
Hasil Adkins,
Man Parrish,
Chrome,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Happenings,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Average White Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Absolute Body Control,
New York Dolls,
Henry Cow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Slits,
Amazonics,
The Divine Comedy,
Hardrive,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Doors,
48th St. Collective,
Flash Fearless,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Motorama,
Amon Düül II,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aural Exciters,
Jeff Lynne,
World's Most,
Liliput,
John Cale,
Crooked Eye,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.