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 Laos and from Seoul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the dance 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
The Human League,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
48th St. Collective,
Donald Byrd,
The Blues Magoos,
the Germs,
the Bar-Kays,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Visage,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Country Teasers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rufus Thomas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Outsiders,
Robert Görl,
Camouflage,
Jesper Dahlback,
Robert Wyatt,
OOIOO,
X-Ray Spex,
The United States of America,
Eric Copeland,
New York Dolls,
The Fall,
Gichy Dan,
Audionom,
Second Layer,
Bob Dylan,
Ronnie Foster,
Sex Pistols,
Mr. Review,
Black Flag,
The New Christs,
Symarip,
Neu!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Swell Maps,
Main Source,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mandrill,
Monks,
Urselle,
Tears for Fears,
James White and The Blacks,
The Busters,
The Invisible,
The Slits,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Slackers,
Oneida,
Interpol,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Human League,
Maleditus Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sugar Minott,
Porter Ricks,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.