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 Japan and from Delhi.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 Drive Like Jehu to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Aaron Thompson,
Fear,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Flag,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Juan Atkins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sun City Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marine Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nirvana,
ABBA,
Erasure,
Donny Hathaway,
Bronski Beat,
Delon & Dalcan,
Schoolly D,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gladiators,
Aswad,
Harmonia,
Ultravox,
Rapeman,
Crime,
Aural Exciters,
Deakin,
Minutemen,
JFA,
Funkadelic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jawbox,
The Stooges,
Mr. Review,
Gastr Del Sol,
Country Teasers,
Massinfluence,
Fluxion,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yellowson,
Delta 5,
Scion,
Y Pants,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roxy Music,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dennis Brown,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tubeway Army,
Ohio Players,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Pus,
Sexual Harrassment,
Al Stewart,
These Immortal Souls,
Jacob Miller,
Newcleus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.