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 Albania and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
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 marimba 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 Young Marble Giants to the dance 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stiv Bators,
Unwound,
Panda Bear,
Blake Baxter,
The Divine Comedy,
Nirvana,
Goldenarms,
Bang On A Can,
Nico,
Rosa Yemen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Junior Murvin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Loose Ends,
Howard Jones,
Mars,
Amon Düül,
Crime,
The Kinks,
Joe Finger,
Althea and Donna,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Evens,
Severed Heads,
The Real Kids,
Dual Sessions,
Don Cherry,
Chris & Cosey,
Kerrie Biddell,
Babytalk,
Procol Harum,
Oblivians,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Davy DMX,
Cymande,
Archie Shepp,
Brand Nubian,
Yazoo,
Shoche,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Franke,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pere Ubu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Henry Cow,
Rapeman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Technova,
Fluxion,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bad Manners,
Brick,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Youth Brigade,
Tres Demented,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.