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 Iceland and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Robert Görl to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
The Mojo Men,
The Techniques,
Maurizio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Quantec,
The Vogues,
Cymande,
Franke,
Kerri Chandler,
The Names,
Vladislav Delay,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Raincoats,
The Fuzztones,
Interpol,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deakin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Red Krayola,
Bang On A Can,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pulsallama,
Joe Finger,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Icehouse,
Faraquet,
Ornette Coleman,
Marine Girls,
B.T. Express,
The Gories,
Rosa Yemen,
Country Teasers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Young Marble Giants,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Peter and Kerry,
Von Mondo,
Moby Grape,
The Grass Roots,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Organ,
Jimmy McGriff,
Peter & Gordon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stiv Bators,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Metal Thangz,
The Index,
Wasted Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
Altered Images,
Main Source,
Quando Quango,
Sarah Menescal,
Technova,
Camouflage,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.