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 Liechtenstein and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Juan Atkins to the rap 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
June Days,
The Walker Brothers,
Negative Approach,
Simply Red,
Mandrill,
Dennis Brown,
Roger Hodgson,
T. Rex,
Gerry Rafferty,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
OOIOO,
The Saints,
John Coltrane,
Black Flag,
Joensuu 1685,
Brass Construction,
Ludus,
48th St. Collective,
Reuben Wilson,
the Association,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rekid,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Quadrant,
Hoover,
The American Breed,
Schoolly D,
Essential Logic,
Lindisfarne,
Duran Duran,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Neil Young,
Von Mondo,
Camberwell Now,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marmalade,
Nation of Ulysses,
These Immortal Souls,
Monolake,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DJ Style,
Country Teasers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arthur Verocai,
Beasts of Bourbon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
FM Einheit,
Banda Bassotti,
Fluxion,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rufus Thomas,
The Index,
T.S.O.L.,
Derrick Morgan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crime,
The Leaves,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.