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 India 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin 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 Lee Hazlewood to the rock 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Main Source,
Ultra Naté,
Marvin Gaye,
Technova,
Soft Cell,
Jacob Miller,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tubeway Army,
DJ Style,
The Divine Comedy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stetsasonic,
The Vogues,
Shoche,
Schoolly D,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scion,
Bizarre Inc.,
Al Stewart,
Kas Product,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Amon Düül II,
Buzzcocks,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gories,
Pulsallama,
The Alarm Clocks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pylon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bill Near,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lungfish,
Pierre Henry,
Easy Going,
Thee Headcoats,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joe Finger,
The Residents,
Janne Schatter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Trumans Water,
Suburban Knight,
Mars,
Ten City,
Vainqueur,
Pet Shop Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gun Club,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Michelle Simonal,
Porter Ricks,
PIL,
Fear,
Gang Starr,
The Saints,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.