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 Eritrea and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 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 Little Man to the punk 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Accadde A,
Nik Kershaw,
Joy Division,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Seeds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Basic Channel,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Swans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Michelle Simonal,
Eve St. Jones,
the Germs,
the Bar-Kays,
Crime,
Supertramp,
Section 25,
The Victims,
Aloha Tigers,
Altered Images,
Roger Hodgson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dual Sessions,
Vainqueur,
Echospace,
Nils Olav,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pussy Galore,
The Mojo Men,
Nick Fraelich,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bill Wells,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Matthew Bourne,
Thompson Twins,
Black Bananas,
Hashim,
K-Klass,
Pole,
Lucky Dragons,
Brass Construction,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rites of Spring,
Ten City,
Cheater Slicks,
Reagan Youth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Young Marble Giants,
Juan Atkins,
The Beau Brummels,
Glambeats Corp.,
The American Breed,
Animal Collective,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alphaville,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.