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 Denmark and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Black Pus,
Bluetip,
Camouflage,
The Motions,
Panda Bear,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lalann,
Lindisfarne,
Parry Music,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sam Rivers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Skarface,
ABC,
Pere Ubu,
Royal Trux,
A Certain Ratio,
Nas,
Roger Hodgson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wasted Youth,
Urselle,
DJ Sneak,
Lower 48,
Sparks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fat Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
KRS-One,
Accadde A,
Depeche Mode,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brass Construction,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jeru the Damaja,
Suicide,
New Order,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Groovy Waters,
Altered Images,
Colin Newman,
Stereo Dub,
Average White Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gun Club,
The Sonics,
Sarah Menescal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Buckinghams,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joyce Sims,
The Seeds,
Kas Product,
Dave Gahan,
Avey Tare,
Monks,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Associates,
Chris & Cosey,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.