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 Nicaragua and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Gun Club to the grime 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Arcadia,
The Standells,
Skarface,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DNA,
Reuben Wilson,
Loose Ends,
The Gladiators,
Nik Kershaw,
Oblivians,
Lyres,
Talk Talk,
Gregory Isaacs,
PIL,
LL Cool J,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
A Flock of Seagulls,
Drexciya,
MDC,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barbara Tucker,
The Toasters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Q and Not U,
June of 44,
The Gun Club,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Pus,
Pylon,
Soft Machine,
The Slackers,
the Normal,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wings,
Babytalk,
Harmonia,
The Gap Band,
The Beau Brummels,
a-ha,
The Residents,
Gang Starr,
Shoche,
AZ,
The Cramps,
Minor Threat,
Soul II Soul,
Radiohead,
Charles Mingus,
David Axelrod,
Accadde A,
The Black Dice,
June Days,
Amon Düül II,
The Angels of Light,
The Tremeloes,
the Germs,
Thompson Twins,
Sällskapet,
Brass Construction,
Iggy Pop,
Das Ding,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.