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 Japan and from London.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Bluetip to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Youth Brigade,
Barry Ungar,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Flag,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Residents,
John Holt,
Skriet,
Dark Day,
Lou Christie,
Juan Atkins,
the Bar-Kays,
Jandek,
Second Layer,
Oblivians,
Dennis Brown,
Can,
The Knickerbockers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rapeman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Smoke,
Sarah Menescal,
The Velvet Underground,
U.S. Maple,
Radiohead,
R.M.O.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang Gang Dance,
Accadde A,
Marvin Gaye,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Normal,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hoover,
Ultra Naté,
Sun City Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The American Breed,
Reuben Wilson,
Man Parrish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crispy Ambulance,
Idris Muhammad,
Little Man,
KRS-One,
Tres Demented,
Suicide,
The Real Kids,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Associates,
Sugar Minott,
Circle Jerks,
Inner City,
The Barracudas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alphaville,
The Motions,
Gang Starr,
Talk Talk,
Outsiders,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.