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 Vanuatu and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the rock 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
MC5,
Terrestrial Tones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gong,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sound Behaviour,
Zapp,
Negative Approach,
The Pretty Things,
Alison Limerick,
The Residents,
OOIOO,
The Doors,
Eric Dolphy,
DJ Sneak,
John Holt,
Kas Product,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Five Americans,
Eric Copeland,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Icehouse,
The Stooges,
Girls At Our Best!,
Audionom,
Skriet,
Wasted Youth,
The Moleskins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Sheep,
Funky Four + One,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
Essential Logic,
the Bar-Kays,
Japan,
Camberwell Now,
PIL,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dual Sessions,
The Remains,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
MDC,
Average White Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gun Club,
Eddi Front,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Chris Corsano,
Roy Ayers,
the Soft Cell,
Mandrill,
Soulsonic Force,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Slave,
Magma,
The Saints,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.