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 Sao Paulo.
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 Taipei and Manchester.
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 mellotron 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 Hot Snakes to the rap 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Chrome,
Los Fastidios,
Skarface,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mark Hollis,
The Neon Judgement,
Dark Day,
KRS-One,
June of 44,
Matthew Bourne,
Ronan,
The Fugs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Motorama,
Arcadia,
Slick Rick,
Kenny Larkin,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Motions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Zapp,
Sight & Sound,
Blancmange,
Junior Murvin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fall,
Joensuu 1685,
Spoonie Gee,
Marine Girls,
The Toasters,
Hoover,
Pierre Henry,
a-ha,
The Move,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nirvana,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Theoretical Girls,
Donald Byrd,
Crooked Eye,
Magma,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Delon & Dalcan,
F. McDonald,
The Remains,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Index,
Albert Ayler,
Supertramp,
China Crisis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nas,
Interpol,
Wings,
This Heat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sixth Finger,
Roxy Music,
Suburban Knight,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.