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 Iran and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Donald Fagen 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 Lucky Dragons to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Roxy Music,
Absolute Body Control,
Parry Music,
The Doors,
Erykah Badu,
Gichy Dan,
the Normal,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Raincoats,
The Cure,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ludus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grey Daturas,
Visage,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joensuu 1685,
Essential Logic,
The Pretty Things,
Arthur Verocai,
Barclay James Harvest,
Morten Harket,
Gong,
Harmonia,
Arcadia,
Black Pus,
Ronnie Foster,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Agitation Free,
Masters at Work,
Nils Olav,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wire,
Bluetip,
Talk Talk,
Duran Duran,
John Coltrane,
Gastr Del Sol,
Swell Maps,
These Immortal Souls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dark Day,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gun Club,
Soft Cell,
The Mummies,
The Seeds,
Sun Ra,
Silicon Teens,
Dual Sessions,
Tropical Tobacco,
Arab on Radar,
Rapeman,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Names,
Sister Nancy,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Golliwogs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Niagra,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.