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 Seychelles and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Wally Richardson to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Derrick Morgan,
Niagra,
Pylon,
Anakelly,
The Evens,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Human League,
Popol Vuh,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Depeche Mode,
Skarface,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scott Walker,
Sparks,
The Golliwogs,
Soulsonic Force,
Blake Baxter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barrington Levy,
The Gladiators,
The Cramps,
The Leaves,
James White and The Blacks,
Glenn Branca,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Sherman,
Oblivians,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Unwound,
Yazoo,
Fatback Band,
Malaria!,
Television Personalities,
Bronski Beat,
Mo-Dettes,
Whodini,
Johnny Osbourne,
Q65,
Sonic Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Victims,
Bush Tetras,
The Raincoats,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Modern Lovers,
DNA,
John Holt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Vogues,
Clear Light,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
This Heat,
ABC,
Technova,
Banda Bassotti,
Q and Not U,
Y Pants,
The Count Five,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Chrome,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.