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 Madagascar and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Tres Demented to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marc Almond,
Dave Gahan,
Ituana,
Quadrant,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Chris Corsano,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eric Copeland,
Roxy Music,
T. Rex,
X-Ray Spex,
The Buckinghams,
World's Most,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Archie Shepp,
Flipper,
Brand Nubian,
Maurizio,
The Searchers,
The Slits,
Robert Hood,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Swans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
A Certain Ratio,
Bizarre Inc.,
Negative Approach,
Royal Trux,
Althea and Donna,
Joensuu 1685,
Barrington Levy,
Whodini,
Bang On A Can,
Radiopuhelimet,
Audionom,
Chrome,
Surgeon,
Agitation Free,
Jacob Miller,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Carl Craig,
Lou Reed,
China Crisis,
Cheater Slicks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Max Romeo,
Peter and Kerry,
Darondo,
The Happenings,
Curtis Mayfield,
Todd Rundgren,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Can,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Todd Terry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Vladislav Delay,
Fugazi,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.