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 Ireland and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 X-Ray Spex to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Swans,
Kenny Larkin,
La Düsseldorf,
The Move,
Theoretical Girls,
Minor Threat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gong,
Nation of Ulysses,
JFA,
Joensuu 1685,
Livin' Joy,
Desert Stars,
Panda Bear,
Joy Division,
The Pop Group,
Magazine,
China Crisis,
Saccharine Trust,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jerry's Kids,
FM Einheit,
Eurythmics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Birthday Party,
The Mummies,
The Standells,
Swans,
T.S.O.L.,
Stiv Bators,
Nik Kershaw,
Marine Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
Arthur Verocai,
Neil Young,
Mark Hollis,
The Fall,
Crash Course in Science,
Zapp,
Sam Rivers,
Bluetip,
Y Pants,
Mission of Burma,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dual Sessions,
Tres Demented,
Newcleus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Davy DMX,
Thompson Twins,
The Black Dice,
Leonard Cohen,
Neu!,
Harry Pussy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Excepter,
Ronnie Foster,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.