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 Egypt and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 Mad Mike to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Interpol,
New Age Steppers,
Los Fastidios,
Fela Kuti,
Barbara Tucker,
Excepter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Coltrane,
Bluetip,
OOIOO,
Basic Channel,
X-101,
DJ Style,
Monolake,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Inner City,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Womack,
The Moleskins,
Pantaleimon,
Lyres,
These Immortal Souls,
Jawbox,
Kayak,
The Mojo Men,
The Raincoats,
Alphaville,
The Martian,
the Germs,
Fugazi,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ohio Players,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fluxion,
T. Rex,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Moody Blues,
Henry Cow,
Public Enemy,
Pere Ubu,
Scan 7,
Intrusion,
the Normal,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Motorama,
Pantytec,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lindisfarne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sarah Menescal,
Sight & Sound,
JFA,
Michelle Simonal,
Cheater Slicks,
Echospace,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Robert Hood,
Fad Gadget,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.