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 Bulgaria and from Sao Paulo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Hot Snakes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Smoke,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Knickerbockers,
Stiv Bators,
Talk Talk,
Aaron Thompson,
Television Personalities,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sugar Minott,
Matthew Halsall,
David McCallum,
The Wake,
Surgeon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Von Mondo,
Yusef Lateef,
Au Pairs,
Hoover,
World's Most,
the Slits,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
X-101,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sonic Youth,
Eddi Front,
T.S.O.L.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cheater Slicks,
Soft Cell,
Suicide,
The Zeros,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Simply Red,
The Evens,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soulsonic Force,
Derrick Morgan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Guru Guru,
Y Pants,
Bluetip,
Godley & Creme,
Gregory Isaacs,
Charles Mingus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Grass Roots,
Tubeway Army,
Eve St. Jones,
the Normal,
Gang of Four,
Toni Rubio,
Alton Ellis,
Lower 48,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arab on Radar,
Althea and Donna,
Skaos,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Moleskins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Quando Quango,
Wally Richardson,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.