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 Ethiopia and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Remains to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Wings,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gladiators,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Seeds,
Joey Negro,
ABC,
Deadbeat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
L. Decosne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Japan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Motions,
The J.B.'s,
Sugar Minott,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fortunes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Sound,
Donald Byrd,
Matthew Bourne,
Pagans,
Nick Fraelich,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cluster,
World's Most,
Whodini,
Zero Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ludus,
Make Up,
The United States of America,
Leonard Cohen,
Joe Finger,
Hoover,
Skarface,
Suburban Knight,
Sister Nancy,
kango's stein massive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultravox,
Erasure,
Warsaw,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Red Krayola,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minutemen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Misunderstood,
Jawbox,
Country Teasers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Techniques,
Dark Day,
Mantronix,
The Fire Engines,
The Smoke,
Vainqueur,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.