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 Ecuador and from Lille.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Crispy Ambulance to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
The Gap Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Trojans,
Hardrive,
Iggy Pop,
Drexciya,
Television Personalities,
Kurtis Blow,
Pagans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jandek,
Underground Resistance,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tommy Roe,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gories,
Thee Headcoats,
Dead Boys,
Youth Brigade,
Michelle Simonal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rod Modell,
Tears for Fears,
The Leaves,
Infiniti,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soft Machine,
The Sonics,
The Barracudas,
The Young Rascals,
The Selecter,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fire Engines,
Skarface,
Rosa Yemen,
Grey Daturas,
Bronski Beat,
Freddie Wadling,
Urselle,
Babytalk,
Bobby Sherman,
David McCallum,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Golliwogs,
The Techniques,
Pantytec,
F. McDonald,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Slave,
The Smiths,
The Gun Club,
Ponytail,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joe Smooth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cluster,
The Gladiators,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scion,
David Axelrod,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.