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 Seychelles and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 The Names to the jazz 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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 Searchers,
These Immortal Souls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jawbox,
The Fire Engines,
Negative Approach,
Monks,
Bronski Beat,
Crime,
Dave Gahan,
Organ,
Camberwell Now,
Grandmaster Flash,
Anthony Braxton,
Joe Finger,
Scratch Acid,
Goldenarms,
Banda Bassotti,
Qualms,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joey Negro,
Susan Cadogan,
Colin Newman,
The Knickerbockers,
The Real Kids,
Black Moon,
Ultra Naté,
Skarface,
Sam Rivers,
James White and The Blacks,
Reuben Wilson,
Icehouse,
Television,
Desert Stars,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rhythm & Sound,
Khruangbin,
Los Fastidios,
F. McDonald,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Al Stewart,
Quantec,
The Star Department,
Fluxion,
Rites of Spring,
June of 44,
Young Marble Giants,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Byron Stingily,
Arcadia,
Barrington Levy,
Rekid,
Deepchord,
Cameo,
Blake Baxter,
X-102,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bauhaus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.