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 Austria and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Swell Maps,
June Days,
Pere Ubu,
The Happenings,
Stetsasonic,
The Modern Lovers,
Massinfluence,
OOIOO,
DJ Style,
Sugar Minott,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alison Limerick,
T. Rex,
Glenn Branca,
Harry Pussy,
Dead Boys,
Gong,
Albert Ayler,
Dennis Brown,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yaz,
John Foxx,
Letta Mbulu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nick Fraelich,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flipper,
The Wake,
Tres Demented,
Faust,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Bananas,
Scott Walker,
Funky Four + One,
The Five Americans,
Gang of Four,
Aural Exciters,
Al Stewart,
Thee Headcoats,
MDC,
Amon Düül II,
Nation of Ulysses,
R.M.O.,
The Monks,
Thompson Twins,
kango's stein massive,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Patti Smith,
The Slits,
Soul II Soul,
Chris Corsano,
This Heat,
Godley & Creme,
Alice Coltrane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fatback Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.