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 Niger and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet 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 Magazine to the dance 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Gang of Four,
Ken Boothe,
The Slits,
Liliput,
Neu!,
The J.B.'s,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bizarre Inc.,
Country Teasers,
Jacques Brel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rhythm & Sound,
Section 25,
David Axelrod,
Con Funk Shun,
Index,
Animal Collective,
The Monochrome Set,
Motorama,
Niagra,
Altered Images,
Henry Cow,
Warren Ellis,
Television,
K-Klass,
Dave Gahan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sällskapet,
The Zeros,
The Fuzztones,
Surgeon,
Bobby Sherman,
Television Personalities,
The Doors,
Khruangbin,
The Index,
Crash Course in Science,
John Cale,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nirvana,
Minor Threat,
This Heat,
The Dirtbombs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Qualms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Stooges,
Rekid,
Massinfluence,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Half Japanese,
Bootsy Collins,
Talk Talk,
Barbara Tucker,
Mary Jane Girls,
Josef K,
Curtis Mayfield,
Matthew Bourne,
Spoonie Gee,
The Star Department,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.