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 Colombia and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 the Sonics to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The American Breed,
Throbbing Gristle,
Avey Tare,
Wasted Youth,
Nick Fraelich,
Fluxion,
Hashim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mission of Burma,
Little Man,
The Index,
the Swans,
Joey Negro,
Harry Pussy,
Cheater Slicks,
The Saints,
The Golliwogs,
Wings,
Minutemen,
Index,
the Normal,
The Red Krayola,
The Busters,
Panda Bear,
Underground Resistance,
Connie Case,
Delon & Dalcan,
Organ,
L. Decosne,
DNA,
Yusef Lateef,
Albert Ayler,
Stiv Bators,
Scan 7,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roxette,
Icehouse,
Das Ding,
The Raincoats,
Mandrill,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Shadows of Knight,
Swell Maps,
The Flesh Eaters,
Idris Muhammad,
Joy Division,
Althea and Donna,
Arcadia,
Inner City,
Hasil Adkins,
Barbara Tucker,
Main Source,
The Misunderstood,
LL Cool J,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Blackbyrds,
the Human League,
Robert Hood,
Jacob Miller,
kango's stein massive,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.