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 Palau and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 Joy Division to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Schoolly D,
Kaleidoscope,
Flash Fearless,
Sonic Youth,
Parry Music,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Byrd,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Names,
Wasted Youth,
Icehouse,
Tim Buckley,
Second Layer,
Arcadia,
The Dirtbombs,
Ohio Players,
June Days,
The Electric Prunes,
Little Man,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Seeds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minny Pops,
Tubeway Army,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
ABC,
Barry Ungar,
Cheater Slicks,
Jimmy McGriff,
cv313,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fall,
Idris Muhammad,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Judy Mowatt,
John Coltrane,
Pere Ubu,
The Skatalites,
Malaria!,
Silicon Teens,
Excepter,
Chris Corsano,
Pole,
Sandy B,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kerrie Biddell,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Knickerbockers,
Steve Hackett,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pantytec,
Glambeats Corp.,
Electric Prunes,
Y Pants,
These Immortal Souls,
Swell Maps,
Cal Tjader,
Ronnie Foster,
Hashim,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.