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 San Marino and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Excepter to the rap 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
The Music Machine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Toasters,
Alphaville,
Young Marble Giants,
Harry Pussy,
Anakelly,
One Last Wish,
Ituana,
Faust,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jawbox,
Mars,
Hoover,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yaz,
The Modern Lovers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pantytec,
Howard Jones,
Ponytail,
Motorama,
Accadde A,
Slave,
Surgeon,
F. McDonald,
June of 44,
the Human League,
MC5,
Whodini,
Piero Umiliani,
Stereo Dub,
Outsiders,
Electric Prunes,
Soft Machine,
The Sound,
Derrick May,
Procol Harum,
The J.B.'s,
Yazoo,
Sound Behaviour,
The Selecter,
Gang Gang Dance,
LL Cool J,
Royal Trux,
Sonic Youth,
Talk Talk,
David Axelrod,
Lungfish,
CMW,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deadbeat,
Thompson Twins,
Swell Maps,
The Names,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Leonard Cohen,
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You don't know what you really want.
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You don't know what you really want.