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 Barbados and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Lou Christie to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Desert Stars,
MDC,
MC5,
Television Personalities,
PIL,
The Remains,
Hasil Adkins,
Vainqueur,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Skriet,
The Invisible,
Byron Stingily,
Nik Kershaw,
Pole,
The Victims,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
JFA,
Marc Almond,
Wire,
Q65,
Fela Kuti,
Robert Wyatt,
Easy Going,
Joensuu 1685,
Brick,
Severed Heads,
Soul II Soul,
Kayak,
Sonny Sharrock,
Skarface,
The American Breed,
The Star Department,
Nico,
Donny Hathaway,
Popol Vuh,
The Motions,
Eurythmics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Connie Case,
Quantec,
Bobby Byrd,
Boredoms,
This Heat,
Bill Wells,
Gang of Four,
Funky Four + One,
World's Most,
Bauhaus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lucky Dragons,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Moebius,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
U.S. Maple,
Kaleidoscope,
Essential Logic,
Charles Mingus,
Black Pus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Man Eating Sloth,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.