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 Turkmenistan and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Moebius to the techno 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Mr. Review,
The Buckinghams,
The Walker Brothers,
Ice-T,
The Mojo Men,
Crash Course in Science,
Soft Cell,
Pole,
the Association,
Groovy Waters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Second Layer,
Jandek,
Wings,
Circle Jerks,
John Foxx,
Inner City,
The Zeros,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nas,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Kinks,
Bauhaus,
Goldenarms,
The Neon Judgement,
Barbara Tucker,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bush Tetras,
Arthur Verocai,
Sällskapet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Max Romeo,
The Evens,
KRS-One,
Echospace,
Unrelated Segments,
Jacques Brel,
Zero Boys,
The Moody Blues,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Main Source,
Vainqueur,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roy Ayers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lungfish,
Peter and Kerry,
cv313,
D'Angelo,
Royal Trux,
Amazonics,
Roxette,
Slave,
The Moleskins,
Minny Pops,
The Slackers,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.