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 Accra.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Matthew Halsall to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
JFA,
Soft Cell,
The Shadows of Knight,
A Certain Ratio,
DNA,
Joensuu 1685,
Wally Richardson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Michelle Simonal,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Peter and Kerry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
T.S.O.L.,
Mark Hollis,
The Star Department,
Aswad,
Radio Birdman,
UT,
Eric Copeland,
Yaz,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camberwell Now,
Neu!,
The Tremeloes,
Ten City,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Womack,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
FM Einheit,
Sonny Sharrock,
Robert Görl,
PIL,
Pulsallama,
La Düsseldorf,
Theoretical Girls,
Franke,
Blossom Toes,
Young Marble Giants,
John Cale,
The Saints,
Bauhaus,
Subhumans,
Janne Schatter,
Man Parrish,
Suicide,
The Searchers,
Junior Murvin,
The Count Five,
The Stooges,
This Heat,
The Cowsills,
the Normal,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Make Up,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.