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 Iceland and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Marine Girls to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Albert Ayler,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Parry Music,
Maleditus Sound,
Don Cherry,
Pere Ubu,
Mandrill,
Y Pants,
The Golliwogs,
The United States of America,
Saccharine Trust,
Los Fastidios,
Kevin Saunderson,
Severed Heads,
Fad Gadget,
Quadrant,
Sarah Menescal,
June Days,
The Fire Engines,
Nils Olav,
Magma,
Blossom Toes,
Banda Bassotti,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Pop Group,
Barclay James Harvest,
Warsaw,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Human League,
Marvin Gaye,
Josef K,
Eric Dolphy,
Au Pairs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Amon Düül II,
Barry Ungar,
Gabor Szabo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Smiths,
Fear,
Bill Near,
DJ Sneak,
Max Romeo,
Lou Christie,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Johnny Clarke,
Main Source,
Country Teasers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Divine Comedy,
Dead Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
John Lydon,
Crime,
Franke,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.