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 Laos and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Holger Czukay 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 Mark Hollis to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
The J.B.'s,
The Velvet Underground,
The Trojans,
Accadde A,
June of 44,
Swans,
The Motions,
Pagans,
The Offenders,
ABC,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Main Source,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Music Machine,
Alton Ellis,
Spoonie Gee,
Henry Cow,
Yellowson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Monolake,
Mad Mike,
Lalo Schifrin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Audionom,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Human League,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nico,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nirvana,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Misunderstood,
The Monks,
Chris & Cosey,
Organ,
The Knickerbockers,
Sparks,
Jacob Miller,
Gang Gang Dance,
Amazonics,
Don Cherry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fluxion,
Lower 48,
Gang Green,
Davy DMX,
Massinfluence,
Average White Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Doors,
Masters at Work,
Magazine,
Goldenarms,
The Dead C,
New York Dolls,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.