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 China and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin 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 Silicon Teens to the jazz 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Patti Smith,
The Fortunes,
Colin Newman,
The Seeds,
Make Up,
Loose Ends,
Bush Tetras,
Dave Gahan,
The Zeros,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dead Boys,
Oneida,
Shoche,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Names,
Jerry's Kids,
Easy Going,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fatback Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Japan,
Thee Headcoats,
Bauhaus,
Country Teasers,
Albert Ayler,
Fugazi,
Chris Corsano,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kerri Chandler,
Grauzone,
Gang Starr,
Barbara Tucker,
Yellowson,
Blake Baxter,
Eve St. Jones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
F. McDonald,
the Association,
Aloha Tigers,
The Buckinghams,
Gang Green,
Camberwell Now,
Urselle,
The Skatalites,
Quantec,
Amon Düül II,
Harry Pussy,
Crooked Eye,
Bill Near,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alphaville,
The Moleskins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Monolake,
Lebanon Hanover,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ludus,
The Cowsills,
Flipper,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.