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 Jamaica and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 David McCallum to the grunge 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Television Personalities,
Eddi Front,
The Moleskins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Oneida,
Procol Harum,
Sugar Minott,
Terry Callier,
Kayak,
Barbara Tucker,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bauhaus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Public Enemy,
Toni Rubio,
Cybotron,
Derrick May,
Scientists,
Delta 5,
Flipper,
Deadbeat,
DJ Sneak,
Byron Stingily,
Peter & Gordon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fat Boys,
Von Mondo,
Babytalk,
Bill Near,
Don Cherry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joy Division,
Los Fastidios,
The Sonics,
Half Japanese,
Piero Umiliani,
Iggy Pop,
Urselle,
Depeche Mode,
Jacques Brel,
Pussy Galore,
Man Parrish,
Accadde A,
The Beau Brummels,
The Monochrome Set,
Graham Central Station,
Dave Gahan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Newcleus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eden Ahbez,
Lindisfarne,
Moss Icon,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.