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 Albania and from Bologna.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rekid to the grunge 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
The Fall,
Faraquet,
The Fortunes,
Lindisfarne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eli Mardock,
New York Dolls,
F. McDonald,
Flash Fearless,
The Neon Judgement,
Don Cherry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Seeds,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mad Mike,
The Doors,
Trumans Water,
Wire,
R.M.O.,
Suburban Knight,
Suicide,
Heaven 17,
The Alarm Clocks,
Metal Thangz,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tres Demented,
Morten Harket,
Wally Richardson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
The Last Poets,
Leonard Cohen,
The Names,
Groovy Waters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Drexciya,
The Gladiators,
Black Bananas,
Radio Birdman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gories,
Duran Duran,
PIL,
Symarip,
Mark Hollis,
UT,
Tim Buckley,
China Crisis,
Von Mondo,
The Stooges,
Crispy Ambulance,
Josef K,
Max Romeo,
Michelle Simonal,
Malaria!,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hoover,
Ituana,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.