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 Rwanda and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Walker Brothers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Mandrill,
Kaleidoscope,
The Stooges,
Underground Resistance,
Kenny Larkin,
Juan Atkins,
Aswad,
The Mighty Diamonds,
X-102,
Pantaleimon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Faust,
Simply Red,
The Leaves,
Loose Ends,
Black Pus,
DNA,
Fugazi,
Amazonics,
the Bar-Kays,
Eve St. Jones,
Metal Thangz,
The Real Kids,
Popol Vuh,
Johnny Osbourne,
Oneida,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aaron Thompson,
Morten Harket,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sound Behaviour,
Radiohead,
The Victims,
Jimmy McGriff,
Arcadia,
Terry Callier,
Eli Mardock,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Glenn Branca,
Joey Negro,
kango's stein massive,
Andrew Hill,
The Raincoats,
Sixth Finger,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mr. Review,
Soul Sonic Force,
New York Dolls,
The Blues Magoos,
Alison Limerick,
Laurel Aitken,
ABBA,
The Searchers,
The Monks,
the Fania All-Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Au Pairs,
June of 44,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric Dolphy,
The Five Americans,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.