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 El Salvador and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 Livin' Joy to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Todd Rundgren,
Jerry Gold Smith,
JFA,
The Leaves,
La Düsseldorf,
Hasil Adkins,
Lyres,
Main Source,
Susan Cadogan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Swans,
The Vogues,
Simply Red,
UT,
Faust,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alphaville,
Thompson Twins,
Anakelly,
Adolescents,
DJ Style,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Techniques,
The Dead C,
Deakin,
Eric Dolphy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Moss Icon,
Magazine,
AZ,
the Germs,
Anthony Braxton,
Metal Thangz,
Jandek,
Althea and Donna,
David Bowie,
Dual Sessions,
Tommy Roe,
John Cale,
Pierre Henry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Reagan Youth,
The Mojo Men,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Little Man,
Jacob Miller,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tomorrow,
MC5,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joyce Sims,
Jerry's Kids,
Circle Jerks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Organ,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lightning Bolt,
Kas Product,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.