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 Belarus and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Minny Pops to the grime 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Aloha Tigers,
Nils Olav,
Hot Snakes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Qualms,
Scan 7,
Tubeway Army,
Au Pairs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dave Gahan,
Symarip,
the Swans,
Sight & Sound,
Pussy Galore,
Rekid,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Toasters,
Malaria!,
Rhythm & Sound,
Porter Ricks,
Sällskapet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Index,
The Martian,
Monolake,
Todd Rundgren,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Birthday Party,
Freddie Wadling,
Jeff Mills,
Minor Threat,
Scrapy,
Cecil Taylor,
Grauzone,
Sonic Youth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Technova,
Dennis Brown,
Bad Manners,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
MC5,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Con Funk Shun,
Boz Scaggs,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fuzztones,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang Starr,
Crooked Eye,
Eurythmics,
Laurel Aitken,
Wire,
the Association,
Danielle Patucci,
Inner City,
Roy Ayers,
The Gladiators,
Surgeon,
Mark Hollis,
Procol Harum,
The Vogues,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.