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 Zimbabwe and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
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 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 Robert Palmer 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 Y Pants to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Mo-Dettes,
Spoonie Gee,
The Real Kids,
Delta 5,
Curtis Mayfield,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Technova,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pagans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dual Sessions,
Sam Rivers,
David McCallum,
Chrome,
Sonic Youth,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Coltrane,
DJ Style,
Maleditus Sound,
The Count Five,
LL Cool J,
Arthur Verocai,
In Retrospect,
The Smoke,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
China Crisis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Public Image Ltd.,
Graham Central Station,
Howard Jones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Second Layer,
The Offenders,
Metal Thangz,
The Sonics,
The Motions,
Unwound,
Darondo,
Jacob Miller,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Piero Umiliani,
Bob Dylan,
Buzzcocks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Smog,
ABBA,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Babytalk,
Eric B and Rakim,
Max Romeo,
Eden Ahbez,
Thompson Twins,
Rod Modell,
Bauhaus,
Thee Headcoats,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Silicon Teens,
Easy Going,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.