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 Nepal and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 One Last Wish to the crunk 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
The Gap Band,
Lou Reed,
Electric Prunes,
Pantaleimon,
Country Teasers,
Letta Mbulu,
Matthew Bourne,
The American Breed,
Gil Scott Heron,
Robert Hood,
John Coltrane,
The Raincoats,
Warren Ellis,
Suicide,
H. Thieme,
Arthur Verocai,
Inner City,
Technova,
Mars,
The Buckinghams,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultravox,
Aswad,
Bobby Byrd,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Holt,
Oblivians,
Anthony Braxton,
Soul II Soul,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Blues Magoos,
Drexciya,
The Doobie Brothers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
World's Most,
Underground Resistance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
Mr. Review,
Interpol,
the Soft Cell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bauhaus,
Niagra,
Panda Bear,
The Gun Club,
Public Enemy,
Sound Behaviour,
The Human League,
The Cure,
Mo-Dettes,
Maurizio,
Don Cherry,
Barbara Tucker,
The Wake,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
New Age Steppers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Magma,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.