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 Cape Verde and from Bologna.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 China Crisis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deakin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
the Normal,
Kerrie Biddell,
Warsaw,
The Smiths,
Deepchord,
Slick Rick,
The Sonics,
K-Klass,
Unrelated Segments,
Parry Music,
Kurtis Blow,
Rod Modell,
Liliput,
These Immortal Souls,
Tomorrow,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Christie,
The Mojo Men,
Colin Newman,
Sarah Menescal,
The Golliwogs,
Fad Gadget,
Subhumans,
Man Parrish,
FM Einheit,
Bob Dylan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Freddie Wadling,
Skaos,
Bush Tetras,
Girls At Our Best!,
Warren Ellis,
The Saints,
Amon Düül II,
Spoonie Gee,
Stetsasonic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Albert Ayler,
John Holt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
cv313,
Radio Birdman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Stooges,
Mark Hollis,
The Dirtbombs,
Television,
Black Pus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Swans,
Roger Hodgson,
Youth Brigade,
Kerri Chandler,
Barbara Tucker,
Pylon,
Quadrant,
Adolescents,
Marmalade,
The American Breed,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Moon,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.