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 Seychelles and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Minor Threat to the grunge 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alice Coltrane,
Sex Pistols,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Curtis Mayfield,
Symarip,
Reagan Youth,
One Last Wish,
Essential Logic,
The Barracudas,
Skaos,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barbara Tucker,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Wyatt,
Connie Case,
Archie Shepp,
Goldenarms,
Underground Resistance,
John Coltrane,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sonic Youth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cybotron,
Pantaleimon,
Fad Gadget,
Royal Trux,
Quando Quango,
Robert Hood,
Quantec,
K-Klass,
Bootsy Collins,
Gong,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Country Teasers,
Make Up,
The Last Poets,
The Stooges,
The Invisible,
a-ha,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Moody Blues,
Shuggie Otis,
Con Funk Shun,
Agitation Free,
James White and The Blacks,
The Moleskins,
Soft Machine,
Maurizio,
Whodini,
Scan 7,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kaleidoscope,
Malaria!,
DJ Sneak,
The Smiths,
Urselle,
cv313,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soul II Soul,
Subhumans,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.