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 Canada and from Seoul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 The Names to the grime 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Gabor Szabo,
Neu!,
Ossler,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
U.S. Maple,
Ralphi Rosario,
T. Rex,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Knickerbockers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The American Breed,
Wasted Youth,
Scratch Acid,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fort Wilson Riot,
A Certain Ratio,
JFA,
The Red Krayola,
Interpol,
Nas,
Sexual Harrassment,
June Days,
Ultravox,
cv313,
Aloha Tigers,
Excepter,
Davy DMX,
Sparks,
Surgeon,
Kayak,
Model 500,
Fugazi,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cowsills,
Gregory Isaacs,
AZ,
The Black Dice,
Charles Mingus,
Infiniti,
Marine Girls,
Country Teasers,
the Association,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Buckinghams,
Aswad,
Essential Logic,
Matthew Bourne,
Amon Düül II,
Symarip,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jandek,
Toni Rubio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
B.T. Express,
Magma,
Dave Gahan,
Das Ding,
Loose Ends,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Neon Judgement,
La Düsseldorf,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.