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 Estonia and from Lille.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Scientists to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Connie Case,
John Foxx,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gladiators,
Stiv Bators,
The Last Poets,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jacques Brel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang of Four,
Wasted Youth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
kango's stein massive,
Sister Nancy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Junior Murvin,
Jerry's Kids,
Chris Corsano,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bob Dylan,
The Residents,
Sexual Harrassment,
X-Ray Spex,
Lindisfarne,
James White and The Blacks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scion,
the Swans,
Mantronix,
Henry Cow,
Frankie Knuckles,
Average White Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wings,
Suicide,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Oneida,
The Evens,
The Searchers,
Blancmange,
Colin Newman,
cv313,
Gang Green,
Tears for Fears,
Buzzcocks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Dave Clark Five,
EPMD,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barry Ungar,
The Blackbyrds,
the Bar-Kays,
Scan 7,
Nation of Ulysses,
Absolute Body Control,
Lightning Bolt,
Rites of Spring,
David Axelrod,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.