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 Germany and from Taipei.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Monks to the rap 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Livin' Joy,
Wasted Youth,
Interpol,
Pantaleimon,
Joyce Sims,
Babytalk,
The Fortunes,
Kas Product,
Colin Newman,
Hashim,
Marcia Griffiths,
Terry Callier,
Scratch Acid,
Arab on Radar,
Prince Buster,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
James White and The Blacks,
Pussy Galore,
Groovy Waters,
The Music Machine,
Zero Boys,
Pagans,
Joe Smooth,
Boogie Down Productions,
KRS-One,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lalann,
Model 500,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Move,
The Saints,
Tres Demented,
Absolute Body Control,
Crooked Eye,
Neu!,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Can,
Nick Fraelich,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Q65,
a-ha,
Mandrill,
The Moody Blues,
FM Einheit,
Tom Boy,
Aaron Thompson,
Pole,
Faust,
Young Marble Giants,
Roy Ayers,
Glenn Branca,
The Pretty Things,
Khruangbin,
Unwound,
Gang Starr,
The Walker Brothers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
New Age Steppers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.