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 Morocco and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 JFA to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Yellowson,
The Buckinghams,
Subhumans,
The Moody Blues,
The Wake,
Reagan Youth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lakeside,
Arcadia,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dave Gahan,
Donald Byrd,
Youth Brigade,
X-101,
Jeff Mills,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Charles Mingus,
The Gun Club,
Wire,
Bauhaus,
Marc Almond,
Jacob Miller,
Flipper,
Alphaville,
The Angels of Light,
Grey Daturas,
Deepchord,
Lightning Bolt,
Graham Central Station,
Soul II Soul,
Bluetip,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Piero Umiliani,
10cc,
Index,
T. Rex,
Ohio Players,
Minutemen,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fire Engines,
Swell Maps,
The Evens,
Susan Cadogan,
Fugazi,
The Blues Magoos,
Essential Logic,
Quando Quango,
The Young Rascals,
OOIOO,
Neil Young,
Kerri Chandler,
Lalo Schifrin,
Laurel Aitken,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tim Buckley,
The Saints,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.