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 Greece and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Piero Umiliani to the disco 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Gang Green,
Moss Icon,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
Shoche,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Smoke,
Tubeway Army,
The Fortunes,
Lucky Dragons,
the Bar-Kays,
Lightning Bolt,
Whodini,
Flipper,
Echospace,
Procol Harum,
Suburban Knight,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Swans,
Rufus Thomas,
Charles Mingus,
Kas Product,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Niagra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Glenn Branca,
Gabor Szabo,
The Names,
Joy Division,
Pole,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Blake Baxter,
A Certain Ratio,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yusef Lateef,
Boz Scaggs,
Colin Newman,
Minor Threat,
The Skatalites,
Soft Machine,
Television Personalities,
Tres Demented,
Fela Kuti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Red Krayola,
Infiniti,
Lakeside,
Todd Terry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Durutti Column,
Parry Music,
Boredoms,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joyce Sims,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.