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 Andorra and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Massinfluence to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Erykah Badu,
Connie Case,
Quando Quango,
Sex Pistols,
X-102,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Normal,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camberwell Now,
Robert Görl,
Marine Girls,
Grey Daturas,
The Standells,
Bauhaus,
Eden Ahbez,
Dennis Brown,
The Cramps,
Amon Düül II,
Lightning Bolt,
Mantronix,
Depeche Mode,
The Gladiators,
Bronski Beat,
Pierre Henry,
Kurtis Blow,
Monolake,
Darondo,
The Moody Blues,
Q and Not U,
Colin Newman,
John Holt,
Black Flag,
Angry Samoans,
Mars,
kango's stein massive,
Electric Prunes,
The Count Five,
Nick Fraelich,
Tommy Roe,
Tomorrow,
DJ Style,
Grauzone,
Lyres,
Scratch Acid,
Spandau Ballet,
Goldenarms,
Funkadelic,
The Golliwogs,
Jerry's Kids,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dave Gahan,
D'Angelo,
Easy Going,
Sam Rivers,
Iggy Pop,
Metal Thangz,
The American Breed,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Y Pants,
Deadbeat,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.