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 Hungary and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 Kerrie Biddell to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Suburban Knight,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Urselle,
Gang Starr,
Flipper,
Freddie Wadling,
Hoover,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wally Richardson,
Blossom Toes,
Dawn Penn,
Ultimate Spinach,
Franke,
The Fire Engines,
Bobbi Humphrey,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dennis Brown,
Surgeon,
Bobby Byrd,
ABBA,
Vladislav Delay,
The Index,
Tommy Roe,
Girls At Our Best!,
F. McDonald,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Popol Vuh,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Monolake,
Thee Headcoats,
Kayak,
Altered Images,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Susan Cadogan,
Lalo Schifrin,
The New Christs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
James White and The Blacks,
Severed Heads,
Unwound,
Malaria!,
Silicon Teens,
Eurythmics,
Amazonics,
Harry Pussy,
Archie Shepp,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
X-Ray Spex,
the Human League,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dead C,
Moby Grape,
the Germs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Symarip,
Terry Callier,
Ponytail,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.