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 Benin and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ultimate Spinach to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Soul II Soul,
ABC,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Pus,
Lee Hazlewood,
Liliput,
Hardrive,
The Seeds,
Grauzone,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aural Exciters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Vladislav Delay,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Junior Murvin,
Quadrant,
Das Ding,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ken Boothe,
Robert Wyatt,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Womack,
Stetsasonic,
Sight & Sound,
Wire,
China Crisis,
Pantytec,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rapeman,
Howard Jones,
Marmalade,
Lightning Bolt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
One Last Wish,
Stiv Bators,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Man Parrish,
Nas,
Stereo Dub,
Technova,
The Sonics,
PIL,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
MC5,
KRS-One,
L. Decosne,
Bad Manners,
Jacques Brel,
The Residents,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Doors,
the Swans,
Boz Scaggs,
Alphaville,
Stockholm Monsters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eli Mardock,
The Shadows of Knight,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.