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 Cambodia and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Joey Negro to the grunge 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Marc Almond,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Underground Resistance,
Black Sheep,
Slave,
Organ,
Fela Kuti,
Franke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Loose Ends,
Average White Band,
Tommy Roe,
Shuggie Otis,
Moby Grape,
Saccharine Trust,
Amon Düül,
Soft Machine,
The Slits,
Visage,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bush Tetras,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roxette,
New Age Steppers,
Cameo,
Cecil Taylor,
Audionom,
Brick,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed,
Lungfish,
James White and The Blacks,
The Doobie Brothers,
D'Angelo,
X-Ray Spex,
Stereo Dub,
Marcia Griffiths,
Siglo XX,
Ituana,
Bluetip,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gladiators,
Pole,
The Gap Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
R.M.O.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sex Pistols,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Victims,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
L. Decosne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Coltrane,
Deakin,
The Raincoats,
Kaleidoscope,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.