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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 Freddie Wadling to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Eden Ahbez,
John Holt,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
Arab on Radar,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Malaria!,
The Techniques,
Pylon,
a-ha,
Q65,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Susan Cadogan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alphaville,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Standells,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aswad,
Average White Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Byron Stingily,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Amon Düül II,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dead Boys,
Eddi Front,
OOIOO,
Silicon Teens,
The Fugs,
Minnie Riperton,
Matthew Halsall,
Scott Walker,
Albert Ayler,
Marvin Gaye,
Mad Mike,
The Cramps,
The Black Dice,
Bill Near,
Soul II Soul,
Surgeon,
The Associates,
Brand Nubian,
The Leaves,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roxy Music,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scion,
Rites of Spring,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Womack,
Dual Sessions,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.