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 Laos and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pylon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Pagans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Dirtbombs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fela Kuti,
La Düsseldorf,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Susan Cadogan,
Franke,
Boredoms,
The Neon Judgement,
The Dave Clark Five,
Chris Corsano,
Toni Rubio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Trojans,
The Happenings,
Black Moon,
Basic Channel,
John Holt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sparks,
The Modern Lovers,
Nirvana,
The Seeds,
Urselle,
The Doors,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jacques Brel,
Lalann,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Interpol,
Circle Jerks,
F. McDonald,
The Sisters of Mercy,
New Order,
Minnie Riperton,
Joe Smooth,
The Fuzztones,
Minutemen,
The Angels of Light,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Pus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lakeside,
Chris & Cosey,
Los Fastidios,
Johnny Osbourne,
Visage,
Liliput,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Suburban Knight,
Heaven 17,
Wally Richardson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Subhumans,
Excepter,
Young Marble Giants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.