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 Netherlands and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Mr. Review to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
EPMD,
Howard Jones,
Ohio Players,
Rod Modell,
Agitation Free,
Sixth Finger,
kango's stein massive,
Gichy Dan,
Eric Dolphy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Harpers Bizarre,
Malaria!,
The Slackers,
Colin Newman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roxy Music,
Kenny Larkin,
Motorama,
The Count Five,
Rufus Thomas,
Grauzone,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joyce Sims,
The Standells,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minutemen,
Nirvana,
Inner City,
Kerrie Biddell,
U.S. Maple,
Unrelated Segments,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Saints,
Lalo Schifrin,
June of 44,
Crispy Ambulance,
JFA,
Intrusion,
Porter Ricks,
Accadde A,
New York Dolls,
Leonard Cohen,
The Young Rascals,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Freddie Wadling,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Maurizio,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Christie,
Moss Icon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
ABC,
The Birthday Party,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tomorrow,
Black Bananas,
The Grass Roots,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Martian,
Little Man,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.