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 Tanzania and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
DNA,
Aural Exciters,
Kayak,
Sparks,
June of 44,
Minny Pops,
Camouflage,
Nils Olav,
Lower 48,
Boredoms,
The Modern Lovers,
Camberwell Now,
David McCallum,
Flipper,
The Slits,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Sonics,
The J.B.'s,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Walker Brothers,
the Germs,
The Birthday Party,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Buzzcocks,
Sister Nancy,
Public Enemy,
Malaria!,
Brothers Johnson,
Leonard Cohen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Khruangbin,
Nas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Goldenarms,
Freddie Wadling,
Electric Prunes,
Henry Cow,
Sixth Finger,
Sun Ra,
Circle Jerks,
Howard Jones,
Minnie Riperton,
Bauhaus,
The Pretty Things,
Accadde A,
Matthew Halsall,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Das Ding,
Black Moon,
Guru Guru,
T. Rex,
Nik Kershaw,
The Trojans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rapeman,
Mad Mike,
Symarip,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Bananas,
A Certain Ratio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.