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 South Africa and from Delhi.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 The Sisters of Mercy to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dual Sessions,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Depeche Mode,
The Mummies,
New Order,
Aural Exciters,
Joyce Sims,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Charles Mingus,
Wally Richardson,
Nico,
The Cowsills,
L. Decosne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Peter and Kerry,
Isaac Hayes,
Agent Orange,
The Golliwogs,
Joe Smooth,
Gong,
Severed Heads,
Stereo Dub,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eurythmics,
Oneida,
Don Cherry,
Yaz,
Easy Going,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Anakelly,
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The Walker Brothers,
Steve Hackett,
The Smiths,
Cluster,
Reuben Wilson,
The Monochrome Set,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Birthday Party,
Arcadia,
Leonard Cohen,
Nick Fraelich,
Das Ding,
Kool Moe Dee,
PIL,
the Slits,
Scan 7,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Young Marble Giants,
Outsiders,
Danielle Patucci,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Shuggie Otis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.