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 Qatar and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 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 Gang of Four to the dance 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Thee Headcoats,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sarah Menescal,
Erasure,
The Pretty Things,
Patti Smith,
Masters at Work,
Deepchord,
Visage,
The Index,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brick,
Junior Murvin,
The Zeros,
The Five Americans,
Darondo,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Christie,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wire,
John Foxx,
Desert Stars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fat Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
Lalann,
Dual Sessions,
Cal Tjader,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Man Parrish,
Mars,
Johnny Clarke,
Lucky Dragons,
The Standells,
Nas,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alison Limerick,
Eric Copeland,
Lyres,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Audionom,
Soft Machine,
The Birthday Party,
AZ,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
London Community Gospel Choir,
Avey Tare,
The Angels of Light,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fall,
cv313,
The Sonics,
Y Pants,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yazoo,
Porter Ricks,
Rites of Spring,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.