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 Mauritius and from Columbus.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 OOIOO to the funk 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Neil Young,
Panda Bear,
ABBA,
Kerri Chandler,
Outsiders,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Sonics,
Jerry's Kids,
kango's stein massive,
Basic Channel,
Roxy Music,
Soul Sonic Force,
New York Dolls,
Excepter,
Camberwell Now,
Nirvana,
Connie Case,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kayak,
The Red Krayola,
Gabor Szabo,
Eve St. Jones,
Gichy Dan,
EPMD,
Joensuu 1685,
Soul II Soul,
DJ Style,
Isaac Hayes,
Depeche Mode,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Blancmange,
Sound Behaviour,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lindisfarne,
Groovy Waters,
Unrelated Segments,
Junior Murvin,
Radio Birdman,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Pop Group,
Suicide,
The Standells,
The United States of America,
Chris & Cosey,
The Neon Judgement,
Cecil Taylor,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dave Gahan,
Parry Music,
David Axelrod,
F. McDonald,
Tears for Fears,
Theoretical Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
The Pretty Things,
The Index,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.