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 Guatemala and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Slits to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pole,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The United States of America,
Delta 5,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Flash Fearless,
The Happenings,
The Monochrome Set,
Jacques Brel,
Cybotron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Foxx,
A Certain Ratio,
Ludus,
Quantec,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Blackbyrds,
The Leaves,
The Moleskins,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Germs,
Derrick Morgan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kayak,
Dawn Penn,
Spoonie Gee,
Country Teasers,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The New Christs,
Hasil Adkins,
The American Breed,
Parry Music,
The Tremeloes,
Electric Prunes,
Erykah Badu,
The Birthday Party,
The Victims,
The Toasters,
Nils Olav,
The Velvet Underground,
Judy Mowatt,
Scion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Michelle Simonal,
Pussy Galore,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tom Boy,
Gong,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Grass Roots,
Sister Nancy,
Von Mondo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roxy Music,
Alison Limerick,
Black Pus,
Little Man,
Chrome,
Bobby Byrd,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.