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 Guyana and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Robert Hood 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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soul II Soul,
John Foxx,
Matthew Bourne,
KRS-One,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amon Düül,
Babytalk,
Robert Hood,
Roxette,
Oblivians,
Ludus,
Essential Logic,
Urselle,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wally Richardson,
Bootsy Collins,
Television,
Thompson Twins,
The J.B.'s,
The Cure,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Peter and Kerry,
The Martian,
Black Pus,
Absolute Body Control,
Michelle Simonal,
Pantytec,
The Misunderstood,
The Pretty Things,
Bronski Beat,
Ice-T,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tomorrow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Boz Scaggs,
R.M.O.,
Darondo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kas Product,
Derrick Morgan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Wake,
Hashim,
Suicide,
The Monks,
Harmonia,
Duran Duran,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Public Enemy,
Oneida,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.