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 Syria and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar 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 Skarface to the jazz 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Don Cherry,
Eli Mardock,
Flash Fearless,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wally Richardson,
The Star Department,
Spandau Ballet,
Tom Boy,
Sex Pistols,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dennis Brown,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Godley & Creme,
Josef K,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Birthday Party,
The Searchers,
X-102,
Sällskapet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Susan Cadogan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
David Bowie,
Black Flag,
Lou Reed,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Howard Jones,
Freddie Wadling,
Kaleidoscope,
Althea and Donna,
Ludus,
Black Moon,
The Angels of Light,
Chrome,
T.S.O.L.,
Fatback Band,
Clear Light,
Ronan,
Cheater Slicks,
Derrick Morgan,
Underground Resistance,
Dawn Penn,
Gabor Szabo,
kango's stein massive,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
the Association,
Dark Day,
John Cale,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Pretty Things,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tomorrow,
Archie Shepp,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
In Retrospect,
Hasil Adkins,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.