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 Montenegro and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Metal Thangz to the electroclash 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eric Copeland,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ludus,
Rakim,
Arcadia,
Television,
Second Layer,
Nick Fraelich,
ABC,
Schoolly D,
The Cramps,
F. McDonald,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soul II Soul,
The Human League,
Gregory Isaacs,
Robert Wyatt,
The Smiths,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Trumans Water,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Flash Fearless,
Stereo Dub,
The Angels of Light,
Barrington Levy,
Little Man,
Bush Tetras,
Tubeway Army,
Masters at Work,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Pretty Things,
Harmonia,
Freddie Wadling,
Janne Schatter,
Deakin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Country Teasers,
James White and The Blacks,
Porter Ricks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pagans,
Anakelly,
Todd Rundgren,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Residents,
Unwound,
Pere Ubu,
The Mummies,
The Busters,
Goldenarms,
Rod Modell,
These Immortal Souls,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.