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 Eritrea and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar 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 The Young Rascals to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Mr. Review,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scan 7,
the Slits,
Jacob Miller,
Brass Construction,
The Gories,
Saccharine Trust,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Five Americans,
Public Enemy,
Tears for Fears,
Max Romeo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Sherman,
Nico,
The Motions,
The Gun Club,
Eden Ahbez,
Nirvana,
Shoche,
Scratch Acid,
Mantronix,
Bush Tetras,
The Birthday Party,
Mars,
The Zeros,
David Bowie,
Jandek,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Bananas,
Nik Kershaw,
Byron Stingily,
Matthew Bourne,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hoover,
Whodini,
Hashim,
Trumans Water,
Glenn Branca,
Eddi Front,
Sight & Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
Godley & Creme,
The Leaves,
Kenny Larkin,
Scott Walker,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ken Boothe,
Kayak,
Inner City,
The Invisible,
Barrington Levy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.