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 Togo and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Suburban Knight to the electroclash 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
R.M.O.,
Saccharine Trust,
John Holt,
Amon Düül,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Suicide,
The Stooges,
The Searchers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Amazonics,
The Residents,
Main Source,
Barbara Tucker,
the Germs,
Outsiders,
Camberwell Now,
Tropical Tobacco,
Max Romeo,
the Human League,
Pulsallama,
Joe Smooth,
the Slits,
Glenn Branca,
Flash Fearless,
DJ Style,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Altered Images,
The Walker Brothers,
Marmalade,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hashim,
The Gap Band,
Nils Olav,
Tim Buckley,
Erasure,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Faraquet,
Jacob Miller,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Slackers,
The Techniques,
The Zeros,
Young Marble Giants,
Roxy Music,
Bush Tetras,
Yazoo,
Nirvana,
Warsaw,
Hoover,
Gong,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bluetip,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mantronix,
Guru Guru,
Lalann,
Mars,
Stetsasonic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lyres,
Urselle,
Drive Like Jehu,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.