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 Mongolia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare 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 Marc Almond to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
The Martian,
Trumans Water,
Josef K,
Scan 7,
The Blues Magoos,
Accadde A,
Colin Newman,
T. Rex,
Soulsonic Force,
Jeff Lynne,
Anakelly,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Whodini,
Al Stewart,
Roger Hodgson,
Marine Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Pus,
the Bar-Kays,
Intrusion,
Drexciya,
The Knickerbockers,
Wolf Eyes,
JFA,
Skarface,
The Invisible,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cramps,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
K-Klass,
The Busters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bob Dylan,
Alison Limerick,
Janne Schatter,
The Gun Club,
John Lydon,
The Electric Prunes,
Porter Ricks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eden Ahbez,
Sugar Minott,
David McCallum,
The Litter,
Livin' Joy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
KRS-One,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wasted Youth,
Jeff Mills,
Tom Boy,
Carl Craig,
Morten Harket,
The Beau Brummels,
Basic Channel,
Television,
Rhythm & Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.