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 Algeria and from Toronto.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Trash.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Intrusion,
Khruangbin,
Sparks,
Kurtis Blow,
Zero Boys,
Mantronix,
Index,
B.T. Express,
Chrome,
The Offenders,
Blancmange,
KRS-One,
Average White Band,
Dual Sessions,
a-ha,
Althea and Donna,
Janne Schatter,
Banda Bassotti,
Half Japanese,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Foxx,
Mission of Burma,
Loose Ends,
Amon Düül II,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eli Mardock,
UT,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Surgeon,
Matthew Halsall,
Underground Resistance,
Camberwell Now,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rites of Spring,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare,
Television Personalities,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Index,
Popol Vuh,
Metal Thangz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Leonard Cohen,
The Buckinghams,
PIL,
Johnny Osbourne,
Spandau Ballet,
48th St. Collective,
Aswad,
Dead Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
Delon & Dalcan,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cramps,
Michelle Simonal,
Don Cherry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Flamin' Groovies,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.