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 Mexico and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Thompson Twins to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
John Lydon,
Stiv Bators,
Kaleidoscope,
The Angels of Light,
Intrusion,
Flamin' Groovies,
Second Layer,
The Skatalites,
Talk Talk,
Crash Course in Science,
Joensuu 1685,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Slave,
Matthew Halsall,
OOIOO,
The Offenders,
Rotary Connection,
Jeff Mills,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rekid,
Monolake,
The Doors,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marine Girls,
Nirvana,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
T. Rex,
KRS-One,
A Certain Ratio,
Erasure,
Mad Mike,
Tommy Roe,
Ludus,
Deepchord,
kango's stein massive,
Susan Cadogan,
Nas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bad Manners,
Anthony Braxton,
The Busters,
World's Most,
Danielle Patucci,
Yellowson,
Ituana,
Carl Craig,
Accadde A,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marc Almond,
Dave Gahan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hoover,
Scientists,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Whodini,
Index,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.