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 Barbados and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Pharoah Sanders to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '60s 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 Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Symarip,
Wally Richardson,
Ice-T,
Eli Mardock,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gerry Rafferty,
Depeche Mode,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric Dolphy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Al Stewart,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sixth Finger,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
OOIOO,
Davy DMX,
The Modern Lovers,
The Moleskins,
FM Einheit,
Ornette Coleman,
The Saints,
The New Christs,
Hashim,
Alton Ellis,
Gong,
Deepchord,
Leonard Cohen,
Nick Fraelich,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Warren Ellis,
Silicon Teens,
Trumans Water,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dave Gahan,
Spandau Ballet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Royal Trux,
Monolake,
Max Romeo,
Desert Stars,
Black Flag,
Parry Music,
Cameo,
The Pop Group,
Subhumans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Chris Corsano,
Moby Grape,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grauzone,
Brand Nubian,
Prince Buster,
Janne Schatter,
La Düsseldorf,
Archie Shepp,
Bill Wells,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mars,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.