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 Lebanon and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 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 Junior Murvin to the grunge 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
The Mojo Men,
James White and The Blacks,
Y Pants,
Godley & Creme,
The Blackbyrds,
ABC,
Nils Olav,
Slick Rick,
The Names,
Shuggie Otis,
Cheater Slicks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Interpol,
Michelle Simonal,
Alice Coltrane,
Niagra,
Al Stewart,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joe Smooth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
UT,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nirvana,
Au Pairs,
Dead Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Motorama,
Clear Light,
Hot Snakes,
Qualms,
Gong,
10cc,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jawbox,
New York Dolls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bluetip,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lower 48,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Babytalk,
Isaac Hayes,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Divine Comedy,
The Remains,
Slave,
Bush Tetras,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eurythmics,
Robert Hood,
Parry Music,
The Saints,
The Kinks,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.