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 Bolivia and from New York.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 The Walker Brothers to the jazz 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction 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?
Au Pairs,
Darondo,
Anthony Braxton,
Crash Course in Science,
Dave Gahan,
Desert Stars,
Sound Behaviour,
the Human League,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gun Club,
Aural Exciters,
Siglo XX,
Brand Nubian,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Foxx,
Ornette Coleman,
Negative Approach,
Nas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Popol Vuh,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dark Day,
Pole,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nico,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nik Kershaw,
T. Rex,
Byron Stingily,
The Neon Judgement,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Slackers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Cale,
The Vogues,
Sexual Harrassment,
Althea and Donna,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
World's Most,
Jerry's Kids,
Lucky Dragons,
Eric Copeland,
The Toasters,
Maleditus Sound,
Cal Tjader,
Isaac Hayes,
Hashim,
Blake Baxter,
The Evens,
Lalann,
kango's stein massive,
Quantec,
The Tremeloes,
Youth Brigade,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.