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 Nigeria 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
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 linndrum 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 Wally Richardson to the rock 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
The Motions,
David McCallum,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Smiths,
World's Most,
L. Decosne,
John Lydon,
The Modern Lovers,
Scott Walker,
Wally Richardson,
Grey Daturas,
Camberwell Now,
kango's stein massive,
Sixth Finger,
Alton Ellis,
Intrusion,
The Mojo Men,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Pus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Loose Ends,
Television,
Erykah Badu,
The Leaves,
Kool Moe Dee,
Second Layer,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Last Poets,
Peter & Gordon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rufus Thomas,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Litter,
Deepchord,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Animal Collective,
Gang Starr,
Japan,
CMW,
D'Angelo,
Henry Cow,
Sällskapet,
Swans,
Quando Quango,
Lakeside,
This Heat,
Main Source,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mr. Review,
Sound Behaviour,
Drexciya,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grauzone,
Y Pants,
Sight & Sound,
Dead Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
The Toasters,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.