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 Singapore and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Delta 5 to the grunge 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Al Stewart,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jandek,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ossler,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Boredoms,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bill Wells,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Skatalites,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stiv Bators,
Brass Construction,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cybotron,
E-Dancer,
The Zeros,
Freddie Wadling,
Crooked Eye,
Buzzcocks,
Sex Pistols,
Albert Ayler,
Joey Negro,
The Raincoats,
Can,
The Divine Comedy,
Mantronix,
Amazonics,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Invisible,
Von Mondo,
Agent Orange,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fall,
Japan,
Tears for Fears,
Magma,
Niagra,
Toni Rubio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yaz,
Livin' Joy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marmalade,
Angry Samoans,
Soulsonic Force,
Colin Newman,
The Slits,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bill Near,
Stereo Dub,
Cymande,
Mad Mike,
In Retrospect,
OOIOO,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.