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 Solomon Islands and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Drive Like Jehu 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Lucky Dragons,
Zapp,
Jawbox,
Sam Rivers,
Aloha Tigers,
The Young Rascals,
the Human League,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thee Headcoats,
Q65,
PIL,
Can,
Alice Coltrane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mo-Dettes,
Chris & Cosey,
cv313,
Soul II Soul,
Roxy Music,
The Remains,
the Germs,
The Slackers,
Donny Hathaway,
Rosa Yemen,
Ludus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Idris Muhammad,
Joensuu 1685,
Agitation Free,
Mantronix,
The Music Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Circle Jerks,
The Happenings,
The Offenders,
MDC,
OOIOO,
Blancmange,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nas,
EPMD,
Steve Hackett,
Lightning Bolt,
The Techniques,
KRS-One,
Lalann,
Amazonics,
The Sonics,
Roger Hodgson,
Duran Duran,
CMW,
Adolescents,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Golliwogs,
Nils Olav,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.