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 Bahrain and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 The Black Dice to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
F. McDonald,
B.T. Express,
Colin Newman,
The Invisible,
Gang Starr,
Aural Exciters,
Dave Gahan,
Kenny Larkin,
Sparks,
The Cure,
Tommy Roe,
Scratch Acid,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fire Engines,
Ossler,
Buzzcocks,
Alphaville,
Mo-Dettes,
The Velvet Underground,
Nas,
The Trojans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Radiohead,
The Cramps,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Connie Case,
Supertramp,
Bronski Beat,
Icehouse,
Cluster,
Mad Mike,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Dead C,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Raincoats,
Reagan Youth,
Babytalk,
MC5,
Gastr Del Sol,
Andrew Hill,
Country Teasers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tres Demented,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sixth Finger,
Rufus Thomas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kerri Chandler,
Scrapy,
The Litter,
Main Source,
Guru Guru,
Rakim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The American Breed,
Minutemen,
Jesper Dahlback,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Oneida,
Harry Pussy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.