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 Ecuador and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare 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 Sonic Youth to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Gil Scott Heron,
Prince Buster,
Trumans Water,
Royal Trux,
Nico,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Schoolly D,
Aloha Tigers,
Pulsallama,
Tom Boy,
T. Rex,
Amon Düül,
Ludus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
kango's stein massive,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
10cc,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Sherman,
the Normal,
Reuben Wilson,
Fear,
Lungfish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soft Cell,
Black Pus,
The Dead C,
Das Ding,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Todd Rundgren,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neil Young,
The Barracudas,
Kas Product,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sonic Youth,
Albert Ayler,
Neu!,
Altered Images,
Audionom,
Sugar Minott,
Brass Construction,
Yaz,
Warsaw,
Arab on Radar,
Cal Tjader,
Eurythmics,
The Smiths,
Mo-Dettes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Bar-Kays,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Spoonie Gee,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mary Jane Girls,
Zapp,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.