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 Macedonia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sonics to the electroclash 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Minor Threat,
The Durutti Column,
Nirvana,
AZ,
The Toasters,
Radiohead,
Ken Boothe,
Quando Quango,
Man Parrish,
JFA,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Matthew Halsall,
Joe Finger,
a-ha,
Franke,
Trumans Water,
Pantaleimon,
The Knickerbockers,
Mars,
Lebanon Hanover,
Erykah Badu,
Wolf Eyes,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Monochrome Set,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Thompson Twins,
Ronan,
Television,
Suicide,
The Dirtbombs,
Agitation Free,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pylon,
John Foxx,
The Victims,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Byrd,
Schoolly D,
Derrick Morgan,
the Swans,
Q and Not U,
Marmalade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Zeros,
Heaven 17,
The Misunderstood,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultimate Spinach,
Howard Jones,
The Doors,
Spoonie Gee,
cv313,
Amon Düül,
The Doobie Brothers,
Excepter,
Pagans,
Buzzcocks,
Joe Smooth,
Kenny Larkin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.