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 Korea South and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 Black Bananas to the grime 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Niagra,
The Monochrome Set,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scratch Acid,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alphaville,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Birthday Party,
Throbbing Gristle,
Livin' Joy,
Oblivians,
The Victims,
Yaz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ponytail,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Das Ding,
Eurythmics,
Animal Collective,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wire,
Public Enemy,
Black Moon,
Janne Schatter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Supertramp,
MC5,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mo-Dettes,
Sight & Sound,
Jandek,
Connie Case,
Porter Ricks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rites of Spring,
The Invisible,
The Doors,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Second Layer,
T. Rex,
Minny Pops,
These Immortal Souls,
the Human League,
Steve Hackett,
Althea and Donna,
Roxette,
The Wake,
the Fania All-Stars,
Silicon Teens,
Average White Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Crooked Eye,
Minutemen,
Ultra Naté,
DJ Sneak,
Scrapy,
Ituana,
Bauhaus,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.