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 Canada and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 Tres Demented to the techno 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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Public Enemy,
Massinfluence,
Chris Corsano,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sound,
Robert Hood,
John Lydon,
The Stooges,
Kerrie Biddell,
Vainqueur,
Desert Stars,
Radio Birdman,
Althea and Donna,
Sarah Menescal,
Amon Düül II,
The Durutti Column,
Josef K,
Guru Guru,
Faraquet,
China Crisis,
Dennis Brown,
The Sisters of Mercy,
X-Ray Spex,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fuzztones,
Ice-T,
Jeff Mills,
Tres Demented,
Minutemen,
Silicon Teens,
Von Mondo,
Joe Finger,
Godley & Creme,
Pere Ubu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joe Smooth,
the Germs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moby Grape,
Mars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Radiohead,
Swell Maps,
Minnie Riperton,
Zero Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Excepter,
K-Klass,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tubeway Army,
Cameo,
Hot Snakes,
Deakin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
H. Thieme,
The Remains,
Accadde A,
Neu!,
Amazonics,
Shoche,
Glambeats Corp.,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.