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 Comoros and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Buzzcocks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Public Enemy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kenny Larkin,
Massinfluence,
Khruangbin,
Buzzcocks,
Radiohead,
Moss Icon,
Marmalade,
Popol Vuh,
Rosa Yemen,
Severed Heads,
The Index,
Y Pants,
Deakin,
Duran Duran,
Derrick Morgan,
Sixth Finger,
Stetsasonic,
The Dirtbombs,
The American Breed,
The Blackbyrds,
B.T. Express,
Aswad,
The Standells,
Dave Gahan,
Scrapy,
Japan,
Country Teasers,
Little Man,
Swell Maps,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Associates,
The Buckinghams,
Dark Day,
Jerry's Kids,
Tom Boy,
Rotary Connection,
Anakelly,
Peter & Gordon,
Harry Pussy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lyres,
The Victims,
Outsiders,
The Kinks,
The Slackers,
Kerrie Biddell,
CMW,
Quando Quango,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Monochrome Set,
Rakim,
Desert Stars,
La Düsseldorf,
Iggy Pop,
Erykah Badu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fortunes,
Warsaw,
8 Eyed Spy,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.