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 Romania and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Minor Threat to the dance 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Jerry's Kids,
Steve Hackett,
Audionom,
Rufus Thomas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Basic Channel,
Andrew Hill,
Maleditus Sound,
Connie Case,
Harmonia,
Howard Jones,
Nation of Ulysses,
Q and Not U,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Graham Central Station,
Eddi Front,
Faust,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fire Engines,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Foxx,
The American Breed,
Scott Walker,
Sun City Girls,
The Five Americans,
The United States of America,
The Searchers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Public Image Ltd.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Panda Bear,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ken Boothe,
Organ,
Tears for Fears,
Quadrant,
Shuggie Otis,
Can,
R.M.O.,
Moby Grape,
Spoonie Gee,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fluxion,
Suicide,
The Zeros,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dark Day,
Sparks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Simply Red,
Althea and Donna,
Stereo Dub,
Camberwell Now,
Janne Schatter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.