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 Jamaica and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar 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 Tom Boy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
The Litter,
X-102,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Blancmange,
Patti Smith,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Swans,
LL Cool J,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Blackbyrds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Kinks,
Colin Newman,
Marine Girls,
Swans,
Crash Course in Science,
Brothers Johnson,
Deakin,
Stiv Bators,
Zapp,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Sherman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sound,
The Black Dice,
China Crisis,
Hardrive,
Grauzone,
Robert Wyatt,
Brass Construction,
The Five Americans,
Jawbox,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed,
Suicide,
Section 25,
Drive Like Jehu,
OOIOO,
The Count Five,
Gang Green,
8 Eyed Spy,
World's Most,
Angry Samoans,
The Leaves,
New Order,
Roxette,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hashim,
Youth Brigade,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sugar Minott,
Sex Pistols,
The United States of America,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hoover,
Royal Trux,
Sister Nancy,
The Dirtbombs,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.