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 Nepal and from Beijing.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Cameo to the dance 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Guru Guru,
The Modern Lovers,
Accadde A,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Isaac Hayes,
Stetsasonic,
Sex Pistols,
The Stooges,
Rapeman,
Howard Jones,
Lou Reed,
Lungfish,
Arcadia,
Procol Harum,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Moon,
John Holt,
Robert Hood,
Flash Fearless,
The Busters,
Freddie Wadling,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Drexciya,
Model 500,
Faust,
The Raincoats,
Vainqueur,
Quadrant,
Japan,
Fela Kuti,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Section 25,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lower 48,
Amon Düül II,
Dave Gahan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Smoke,
Michelle Simonal,
The Blues Magoos,
Max Romeo,
The Fugs,
Livin' Joy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alice Coltrane,
Matthew Halsall,
Cymande,
Los Fastidios,
Connie Case,
Q65,
Joe Finger,
Pere Ubu,
The Last Poets,
Radiopuhelimet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jerry's Kids,
Monks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Toasters,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.