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 Bahamas and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Interpol to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Patti Smith,
John Lydon,
David Bowie,
The Dirtbombs,
Public Image Ltd.,
One Last Wish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mars,
Sun City Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Barracudas,
Kayak,
Maurizio,
Lower 48,
June Days,
Half Japanese,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cameo,
Tears for Fears,
Letta Mbulu,
The Blackbyrds,
Blancmange,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Womack,
Sister Nancy,
Mr. Review,
B.T. Express,
The Move,
The Fuzztones,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Agitation Free,
Bang On A Can,
Symarip,
Wire,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Slackers,
Funkadelic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lindisfarne,
The Tremeloes,
R.M.O.,
Basic Channel,
ABC,
Robert Wyatt,
John Cale,
Amazonics,
The Happenings,
Excepter,
The Red Krayola,
Moss Icon,
Harmonia,
Henry Cow,
Charles Mingus,
Danielle Patucci,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Slits,
The Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.