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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe 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 Dave Gahan to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Mission of Burma,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Monks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brass Construction,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Charles Mingus,
Visage,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Womack,
Bobby Byrd,
The American Breed,
Camouflage,
Sonic Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Neu!,
Motorama,
Toni Rubio,
Surgeon,
Aaron Thompson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Drexciya,
48th St. Collective,
Gichy Dan,
Slick Rick,
Brand Nubian,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Hood,
Freddie Wadling,
Pagans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Henry Cow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Metal Thangz,
Sällskapet,
Circle Jerks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hashim,
Desert Stars,
The Blues Magoos,
Stereo Dub,
Marmalade,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gun Club,
The Gap Band,
The Fortunes,
The Dead C,
Archie Shepp,
Essential Logic,
Spandau Ballet,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Zeros,
Michelle Simonal,
John Lydon,
The Mummies,
8 Eyed Spy,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.