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 Czech Republic and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mars to the grunge 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Adolescents,
Laurel Aitken,
Todd Rundgren,
Alison Limerick,
Glambeats Corp.,
Warsaw,
MDC,
Robert Hood,
The Victims,
Albert Ayler,
Sun Ra,
Depeche Mode,
The Golliwogs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jesper Dahlback,
Surgeon,
Graham Central Station,
Nils Olav,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fat Boys,
Loose Ends,
Animal Collective,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jeff Mills,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pylon,
Donald Byrd,
Agitation Free,
Banda Bassotti,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nas,
Angry Samoans,
Archie Shepp,
Dave Gahan,
Roxette,
Letta Mbulu,
Country Teasers,
Sällskapet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Iggy Pop,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crime,
Lower 48,
Eli Mardock,
Joe Smooth,
Hot Snakes,
Stiv Bators,
Mars,
Jeff Lynne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Normal,
Matthew Halsall,
Echospace,
Soul II Soul,
Jandek,
Godley & Creme,
The Standells,
Thompson Twins,
Davy DMX,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.