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 Colombia and from Bremen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 Sexual Harrassment to the dance 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Fear,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eddi Front,
kango's stein massive,
Harmonia,
Marine Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Ultra Naté,
These Immortal Souls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aural Exciters,
Monolake,
Banda Bassotti,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Junior Murvin,
Japan,
Anakelly,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pierre Henry,
Monks,
Angry Samoans,
CMW,
Smog,
Severed Heads,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jandek,
Icehouse,
David Axelrod,
This Heat,
Accadde A,
Khruangbin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Los Fastidios,
Steve Hackett,
Silicon Teens,
The Walker Brothers,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Maurizio,
Boz Scaggs,
Maleditus Sound,
Suburban Knight,
Tubeway Army,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rosa Yemen,
Max Romeo,
Zero Boys,
Yellowson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Howard Jones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aswad,
Cameo,
The Leaves,
Darondo,
X-102,
Visage,
the Germs,
Lightning Bolt,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pussy Galore,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.