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 Benin and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro 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 Outsiders to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Quadrant,
The Dave Clark Five,
Groovy Waters,
Shoche,
Black Flag,
The Trojans,
Silicon Teens,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gichy Dan,
John Coltrane,
The Real Kids,
Boredoms,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marvin Gaye,
The Smoke,
The Barracudas,
Erasure,
Sonic Youth,
Minutemen,
Matthew Halsall,
the Bar-Kays,
Derrick Morgan,
Dual Sessions,
Barbara Tucker,
Eli Mardock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ponytail,
Bobby Womack,
Schoolly D,
Spoonie Gee,
Dead Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Arab on Radar,
Absolute Body Control,
Albert Ayler,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hot Snakes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aaron Thompson,
Althea and Donna,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Davy DMX,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Misunderstood,
Das Ding,
Boz Scaggs,
David Bowie,
Animal Collective,
Excepter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Wake,
Nirvana,
Bobby Hutcherson,
ABC,
Mark Hollis,
The Martian,
A Certain Ratio,
Gong,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.