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 Thailand and from Seoul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Dave Clark Five to the dance 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wolf Eyes,
Rod Modell,
Essential Logic,
Todd Terry,
Ken Boothe,
The Pretty Things,
Nation of Ulysses,
ABC,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Clear Light,
Todd Rundgren,
The Index,
Kurtis Blow,
The Raincoats,
Magazine,
Albert Ayler,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pharoah Sanders,
Laurel Aitken,
Basic Channel,
Interpol,
Funky Four + One,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Suburban Knight,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Glenn Branca,
Alice Coltrane,
Excepter,
K-Klass,
Eli Mardock,
Fluxion,
Schoolly D,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David Axelrod,
Wally Richardson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Banda Bassotti,
Desert Stars,
Quantec,
The Angels of Light,
Prince Buster,
Fatback Band,
The Mojo Men,
Half Japanese,
Yusef Lateef,
Nico,
Kenny Larkin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Knickerbockers,
Radio Birdman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eddi Front,
Inner City,
Adolescents,
B.T. Express,
Wasted Youth,
Ultravox,
R.M.O.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Stetsasonic,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.