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 Tonga and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Dual Sessions to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Roxy Music,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
OOIOO,
Morten Harket,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Suburban Knight,
Skarface,
Mo-Dettes,
The Neon Judgement,
Fear,
John Cale,
Todd Rundgren,
Banda Bassotti,
The Names,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ituana,
The Electric Prunes,
The Doors,
Chrome,
Make Up,
Eddi Front,
Pet Shop Boys,
Model 500,
Aswad,
Shoche,
Urselle,
Hardrive,
Lalann,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Swell Maps,
Supertramp,
Janne Schatter,
The Shadows of Knight,
AZ,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Second Layer,
Yellowson,
The Birthday Party,
Lightning Bolt,
Johnny Clarke,
Althea and Donna,
Arthur Verocai,
D'Angelo,
Henry Cow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Music Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rotary Connection,
Main Source,
kango's stein massive,
Gang of Four,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The United States of America,
The Cure,
The Fall,
Laurel Aitken,
Stiv Bators,
Angry Samoans,
Sam Rivers,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.