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 Mozambique and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 The Slackers to the funk 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Gang Gang Dance,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Flesh Eaters,
Radiohead,
Wolf Eyes,
The Slits,
Ronan,
Siglo XX,
Soul II Soul,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scrapy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Chris & Cosey,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Standells,
Goldenarms,
The Monks,
Scan 7,
The Black Dice,
Pole,
Sonic Youth,
One Last Wish,
Smog,
Groovy Waters,
Jandek,
Black Sheep,
The Victims,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Sarah Menescal,
Excepter,
Colin Newman,
The Remains,
Monks,
The Dead C,
Yellowson,
Rotary Connection,
Agent Orange,
Sister Nancy,
Leonard Cohen,
Fela Kuti,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Modern Lovers,
Toni Rubio,
Moss Icon,
Gabor Szabo,
Lower 48,
June Days,
Shuggie Otis,
Wings,
Dead Boys,
Black Moon,
48th St. Collective,
Jacques Brel,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Womack,
The Buckinghams,
Mad Mike,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sam Rivers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.