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 Portugal and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba 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 Kenny Larkin to the electroclash 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
The Black Dice,
Anakelly,
Main Source,
Second Layer,
Ludus,
Lower 48,
Eric Copeland,
The Durutti Column,
Boogie Down Productions,
The J.B.'s,
Slick Rick,
Swans,
the Sonics,
Zero Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Maleditus Sound,
Darondo,
Audionom,
Roy Ayers,
Cheater Slicks,
Blancmange,
The Happenings,
Marine Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Toasters,
Roxette,
Icehouse,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wally Richardson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pantaleimon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Qualms,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Busters,
Marcia Griffiths,
MC5,
Brick,
Gabor Szabo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Arab on Radar,
the Soft Cell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Shoche,
the Germs,
Basic Channel,
Sarah Menescal,
Peter & Gordon,
The Birthday Party,
David McCallum,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fat Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pylon,
Erasure,
Cymande,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.