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 Colombia and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Normal to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Main Source,
Joe Smooth,
Hot Snakes,
Unrelated Segments,
The Remains,
Jacques Brel,
Brand Nubian,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Anthony Braxton,
Janne Schatter,
Grey Daturas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Liliput,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Red Krayola,
Joensuu 1685,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Newcleus,
Reuben Wilson,
Subhumans,
Alphaville,
The Invisible,
Godley & Creme,
Piero Umiliani,
Sun Ra,
Barrington Levy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Al Stewart,
Swans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lalann,
ABBA,
The Moody Blues,
Agitation Free,
Motorama,
Pagans,
Scion,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter & Gordon,
The United States of America,
Scrapy,
Ultravox,
The Toasters,
Cheater Slicks,
Crash Course in Science,
The Martian,
AZ,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Adolescents,
The Star Department,
Sonny Sharrock,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed,
Toni Rubio,
Joey Negro,
Iggy Pop,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Flag,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.