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 Nepal and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Pop Group to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
The Buckinghams,
Minutemen,
The Red Krayola,
Ossler,
The Neon Judgement,
CMW,
B.T. Express,
Stiv Bators,
Boogie Down Productions,
Desert Stars,
Franke,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Babytalk,
Sarah Menescal,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bang On A Can,
Gong,
Banda Bassotti,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Q65,
AZ,
Bush Tetras,
Freddie Wadling,
Sparks,
The Moleskins,
The Happenings,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Chris & Cosey,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deepchord,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joe Smooth,
Fear,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lightning Bolt,
The Dead C,
Section 25,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joe Finger,
Intrusion,
cv313,
Animal Collective,
Outsiders,
Country Teasers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sister Nancy,
The Velvet Underground,
Reagan Youth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
X-Ray Spex,
Maurizio,
The Saints,
Derrick May,
Godley & Creme,
Loose Ends,
Janne Schatter,
Matthew Halsall,
Minor Threat,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.