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 Chad and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the sitar 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Siglo XX,
Morten Harket,
Minny Pops,
Wasted Youth,
Television,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Frankie Knuckles,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Remains,
Jerry's Kids,
Sight & Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tom Boy,
Janne Schatter,
Echospace,
Sex Pistols,
Bill Near,
KRS-One,
cv313,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pere Ubu,
Quantec,
Saccharine Trust,
the Association,
Bush Tetras,
Brothers Johnson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dark Day,
Johnny Clarke,
Spandau Ballet,
Fear,
Simply Red,
Masters at Work,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Maleditus Sound,
MDC,
Neu!,
The Cure,
The Birthday Party,
Lalann,
Dave Gahan,
Boredoms,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ken Boothe,
Fela Kuti,
Thompson Twins,
The Dave Clark Five,
DJ Sneak,
Sugar Minott,
Judy Mowatt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Angels of Light,
Smog,
Section 25,
Flipper,
Alison Limerick,
The Searchers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.