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 Burundi 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eli Mardock to the rock 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
U.S. Maple,
The Slackers,
Eden Ahbez,
Davy DMX,
The Victims,
Robert Wyatt,
Rod Modell,
the Slits,
Electric Prunes,
The Modern Lovers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Christie,
Lou Reed,
Marc Almond,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Human League,
The Smiths,
Jacob Miller,
The Litter,
The United States of America,
Q and Not U,
Fluxion,
Unrelated Segments,
Arthur Verocai,
Make Up,
Bluetip,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crash Course in Science,
Half Japanese,
L. Decosne,
Khruangbin,
Rapeman,
Robert Görl,
The Young Rascals,
Howard Jones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sonic Youth,
UT,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Roxy Music,
The Golliwogs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camberwell Now,
Kayak,
Zero Boys,
The Count Five,
The New Christs,
Quantec,
Das Ding,
Derrick Morgan,
The American Breed,
John Lydon,
The Happenings,
Mars,
Robert Hood,
Outsiders,
The Selecter,
Moss Icon,
Oblivians,
Index,
Roy Ayers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.