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 Barbados and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Busters to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Womack,
Crispian St. Peters,
Iggy Pop,
The Cramps,
Electric Prunes,
La Düsseldorf,
The United States of America,
The Fugs,
The New Christs,
Jandek,
Dave Gahan,
Pantaleimon,
Porter Ricks,
Goldenarms,
The Saints,
Rotary Connection,
Man Parrish,
Sällskapet,
Matthew Halsall,
Carl Craig,
Marvin Gaye,
Grauzone,
Yazoo,
Davy DMX,
Gang Green,
Joyce Sims,
Stereo Dub,
Eve St. Jones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Misunderstood,
Aloha Tigers,
The Modern Lovers,
The Pop Group,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Flag,
Gong,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minutemen,
Simply Red,
The Fall,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soft Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
Dennis Brown,
Sex Pistols,
Slave,
Marine Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
B.T. Express,
Eric Dolphy,
Animal Collective,
Nation of Ulysses,
UT,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Max Romeo,
Ultravox,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.