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 Ireland and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes 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 The Real Kids to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Urselle,
Scratch Acid,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kayak,
Byron Stingily,
Prince Buster,
Can,
Gastr Del Sol,
Icehouse,
PIL,
Dave Gahan,
The Invisible,
Black Sheep,
Massinfluence,
June Days,
The Slits,
Warren Ellis,
Albert Ayler,
Los Fastidios,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Byrd,
John Cale,
Harmonia,
Kool Moe Dee,
Chris & Cosey,
Absolute Body Control,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Toasters,
Gang Green,
Crooked Eye,
Barbara Tucker,
The Sound,
One Last Wish,
Rotary Connection,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Busters,
Groovy Waters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tres Demented,
Camberwell Now,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Buckinghams,
Gregory Isaacs,
Little Man,
The Gladiators,
Magma,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Arthur Verocai,
Jacques Brel,
Average White Band,
The Fire Engines,
The Raincoats,
R.M.O.,
Vainqueur,
The Remains,
Brothers Johnson,
Slick Rick,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dawn Penn,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.