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 United States and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
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 mellotron 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 Lucky Dragons to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Depeche Mode,
R.M.O.,
Sonic Youth,
Alice Coltrane,
cv313,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DNA,
Easy Going,
Reagan Youth,
H. Thieme,
John Coltrane,
Robert Hood,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Theoretical Girls,
The Misunderstood,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scratch Acid,
Intrusion,
Tres Demented,
Symarip,
Scrapy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Smog,
Sight & Sound,
Buzzcocks,
Newcleus,
Warren Ellis,
Lalann,
Inner City,
Brand Nubian,
Icehouse,
Connie Case,
Grey Daturas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Freddie Wadling,
Charles Mingus,
Eurythmics,
Ossler,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultimate Spinach,
Glenn Branca,
Donny Hathaway,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Black Dice,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brass Construction,
Organ,
Janne Schatter,
Audionom,
Moebius,
Nico,
Excepter,
Masters at Work,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.