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 Hungary and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sonny Sharrock to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Buckinghams,
Inner City,
Scrapy,
The Birthday Party,
Alison Limerick,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nico,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Robert Hood,
Camberwell Now,
Brass Construction,
The Searchers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brick,
The Young Rascals,
Eric Copeland,
Ornette Coleman,
Scientists,
Duran Duran,
Sällskapet,
The Sound,
Drexciya,
Andrew Hill,
Leonard Cohen,
Shuggie Otis,
The Happenings,
The Detroit Cobras,
Popol Vuh,
Grauzone,
R.M.O.,
Bang On A Can,
New York Dolls,
Tubeway Army,
Nirvana,
The Black Dice,
Chris Corsano,
Letta Mbulu,
Freddie Wadling,
Zapp,
Pole,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Stooges,
Jeff Lynne,
Laurel Aitken,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
B.T. Express,
Audionom,
The Mummies,
Heaven 17,
The Gladiators,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Suburban Knight,
Gong,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ken Boothe,
Dual Sessions,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.