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 Solomon Islands and from London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Black Dice to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Heaven 17,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Index,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Velvet Underground,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alice Coltrane,
Simply Red,
The Fall,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Clear Light,
Joy Division,
The New Christs,
Shuggie Otis,
L. Decosne,
Dual Sessions,
the Slits,
Blossom Toes,
Black Pus,
The J.B.'s,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Television,
Country Teasers,
Albert Ayler,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cramps,
Subhumans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Godley & Creme,
Delon & Dalcan,
Icehouse,
Stiv Bators,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Holt,
The Moody Blues,
LL Cool J,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Lydon,
Sam Rivers,
Theoretical Girls,
Thompson Twins,
Main Source,
The Mummies,
Barrington Levy,
Black Flag,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Toni Rubio,
Gichy Dan,
Talk Talk,
The Walker Brothers,
Piero Umiliani,
Mo-Dettes,
Rosa Yemen,
Marmalade,
The Pop Group,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.