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 New Zealand and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 Terrestrial Tones to the rap 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rakim,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lindisfarne,
Khruangbin,
Bad Manners,
Faust,
Gong,
The Durutti Column,
ABBA,
Groovy Waters,
Todd Rundgren,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sonics,
Matthew Halsall,
Swans,
Inner City,
The J.B.'s,
Black Bananas,
Henry Cow,
Can,
Quando Quango,
Thompson Twins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mission of Burma,
The Mummies,
The Angels of Light,
The Standells,
Kerrie Biddell,
Buzzcocks,
Neil Young,
Jeff Lynne,
Davy DMX,
Oblivians,
Warren Ellis,
Glenn Branca,
Tommy Roe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Pus,
Magazine,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Saints,
The Seeds,
The Gun Club,
Fatback Band,
Sun City Girls,
Deakin,
Rosa Yemen,
Pulsallama,
Jacob Miller,
Easy Going,
Black Flag,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Association,
Fad Gadget,
The Walker Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
PIL,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.