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 Jamaica and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 One Last Wish to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
the Soft Cell,
Byron Stingily,
the Bar-Kays,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang Green,
Wolf Eyes,
The Monks,
Lakeside,
Gang Starr,
Unwound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pierre Henry,
Funkadelic,
The Young Rascals,
Ronnie Foster,
Althea and Donna,
Jerry's Kids,
Essential Logic,
Inner City,
Subhumans,
The Slits,
The Associates,
R.M.O.,
Ituana,
John Holt,
L. Decosne,
The Tremeloes,
Charles Mingus,
Young Marble Giants,
Suicide,
Von Mondo,
Josef K,
Buzzcocks,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cowsills,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Johnny Clarke,
CMW,
The Velvet Underground,
Crooked Eye,
New Age Steppers,
The Names,
X-102,
Minnie Riperton,
Qualms,
Chris Corsano,
La Düsseldorf,
Morten Harket,
Sonic Youth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alton Ellis,
The Busters,
The Cramps,
Soul II Soul,
the Association,
Reagan Youth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
June of 44,
Maurizio,
Duran Duran,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.