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 Vanuatu and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
FM Einheit,
Nico,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kerri Chandler,
Jacob Miller,
Roxette,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
K-Klass,
The Index,
The Move,
Bill Near,
Wasted Youth,
Sun Ra,
Dark Day,
DNA,
Zero Boys,
Duran Duran,
PIL,
Rites of Spring,
Black Pus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sex Pistols,
John Holt,
48th St. Collective,
Robert Wyatt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Searchers,
Nils Olav,
Saccharine Trust,
Connie Case,
Bronski Beat,
Suburban Knight,
Ultravox,
AZ,
Pussy Galore,
Deadbeat,
The Birthday Party,
Throbbing Gristle,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Reed,
The Skatalites,
Derrick May,
The Black Dice,
Boogie Down Productions,
David McCallum,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aural Exciters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Erasure,
Youth Brigade,
Barry Ungar,
Minor Threat,
The Mojo Men,
Scratch Acid,
Dawn Penn,
the Bar-Kays,
Iggy Pop,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.