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 Tuvalu and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Reagan Youth to the punk 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Neu!,
Mad Mike,
The Skatalites,
Vladislav Delay,
The American Breed,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lalo Schifrin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Max Romeo,
T. Rex,
Buzzcocks,
Swans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Patti Smith,
Ossler,
The Techniques,
Goldenarms,
Circle Jerks,
Average White Band,
Harry Pussy,
Sister Nancy,
Bronski Beat,
Scan 7,
Mark Hollis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
X-101,
Sarah Menescal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gladiators,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dead Boys,
Toni Rubio,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Bar-Kays,
Barry Ungar,
David Bowie,
Blancmange,
David Axelrod,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Selecter,
Nils Olav,
Suburban Knight,
This Heat,
Interpol,
Peter and Kerry,
Aloha Tigers,
D'Angelo,
Ornette Coleman,
Cymande,
Adolescents,
Eli Mardock,
Cameo,
Erasure,
The Shadows of Knight,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cure,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Negative Approach,
The Human League,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.