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 South Sudan and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Loose Ends to the grunge 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Smog,
Rhythm & Sound,
Popol Vuh,
Bang On A Can,
Moby Grape,
Brick,
The Misunderstood,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thee Headcoats,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eden Ahbez,
B.T. Express,
Faust,
Gastr Del Sol,
Todd Rundgren,
EPMD,
Ultravox,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stereo Dub,
The Black Dice,
Sound Behaviour,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Slits,
Ice-T,
Joe Smooth,
Lungfish,
Nils Olav,
Khruangbin,
Lower 48,
Underground Resistance,
Soul Sonic Force,
Man Parrish,
The Smoke,
Bauhaus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stetsasonic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alphaville,
Danielle Patucci,
Frankie Knuckles,
MDC,
Unwound,
Tres Demented,
Fifty Foot Hose,
La Düsseldorf,
Interpol,
Grauzone,
Model 500,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Newcleus,
Average White Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minny Pops,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Robert Görl,
Henry Cow,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.