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 Israel and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
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 spring reverb 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 The Residents to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Motorama,
Simply Red,
Fluxion,
Saccharine Trust,
The Vogues,
Eli Mardock,
Television,
DNA,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Harmonia,
Sound Behaviour,
Hashim,
Groovy Waters,
Roy Ayers,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Toasters,
The Cure,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kenny Larkin,
Country Teasers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David Axelrod,
Mo-Dettes,
Zero Boys,
Joyce Sims,
Wolf Eyes,
Colin Newman,
Janne Schatter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Loose Ends,
The Dirtbombs,
Warren Ellis,
Pulsallama,
ABC,
Johnny Osbourne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Guru Guru,
Little Man,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Letta Mbulu,
Morten Harket,
Ossler,
Urselle,
Isaac Hayes,
The Golliwogs,
The Standells,
World's Most,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Malaria!,
Ronan,
CMW,
Model 500,
The Seeds,
Vladislav Delay,
Susan Cadogan,
Sandy B,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grey Daturas,
the Association,
Hot Snakes,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.