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 Botswana and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the sitar 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 Fat Boys to the electroclash 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Patti Smith,
Lungfish,
Amazonics,
The Cramps,
Marshall Jefferson,
Godley & Creme,
Make Up,
Sugar Minott,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Dead C,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lyres,
Howard Jones,
the Slits,
Marmalade,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alison Limerick,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Residents,
Bad Manners,
The American Breed,
Yazoo,
The Remains,
X-102,
Shuggie Otis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Radio Birdman,
The Seeds,
The Stooges,
Gabor Szabo,
Skarface,
Intrusion,
LL Cool J,
Heaven 17,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Au Pairs,
Dave Gahan,
Blancmange,
Icehouse,
The Neon Judgement,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kenny Larkin,
Nils Olav,
Anakelly,
Accadde A,
John Foxx,
Monolake,
Depeche Mode,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Misunderstood,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brothers Johnson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Visage,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nirvana,
Pere Ubu,
Vainqueur,
Joey Negro,
The Golliwogs,
X-Ray Spex,
The Raincoats,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.