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 Tuvalu and from Beijing.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Schoolly D to the rock 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Glenn Branca,
Brick,
The Divine Comedy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aloha Tigers,
John Lydon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Skriet,
Kaleidoscope,
Oblivians,
Sällskapet,
The Gun Club,
Henry Cow,
The Monochrome Set,
Toni Rubio,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott Heron,
Derrick May,
Subhumans,
cv313,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Music Machine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Youth Brigade,
Peter & Gordon,
Don Cherry,
Negative Approach,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Red Krayola,
Graham Central Station,
The Human League,
U.S. Maple,
Flipper,
Amon Düül,
The Cramps,
Smog,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Starr,
Alphaville,
The Pop Group,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Womack,
Suburban Knight,
Swell Maps,
Marvin Gaye,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mr. Review,
Jimmy McGriff,
X-Ray Spex,
Swans,
PIL,
Magazine,
Hasil Adkins,
Duran Duran,
The Pretty Things,
Electric Prunes,
X-101,
Vladislav Delay,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roxette,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cure,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.