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 Paraguay and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 John Lydon to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marc Almond,
Tim Buckley,
The Seeds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Unwound,
Radiohead,
Adolescents,
Deakin,
Pantaleimon,
Essential Logic,
Faust,
Cal Tjader,
Sight & Sound,
Suburban Knight,
Marshall Jefferson,
World's Most,
The Pretty Things,
Ossler,
Crooked Eye,
Franke,
Nirvana,
The Blackbyrds,
Prince Buster,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Audionom,
the Normal,
The Busters,
Animal Collective,
Kerrie Biddell,
UT,
Section 25,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Holt,
Idris Muhammad,
Colin Newman,
E-Dancer,
Ponytail,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Interpol,
Tom Boy,
Bootsy Collins,
The Moody Blues,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gladiators,
Das Ding,
Archie Shepp,
Robert Görl,
James White and The Blacks,
The Slackers,
Dave Gahan,
The Skatalites,
Lalann,
Monks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Spandau Ballet,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.