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 Azerbaijan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 David Bowie 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 Icehouse to the dance 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet 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 chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Pharoah Sanders,
Outsiders,
Dead Boys,
The Associates,
Johnny Osbourne,
Echospace,
The Gap Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The J.B.'s,
Essential Logic,
Man Parrish,
Gang of Four,
JFA,
The Index,
K-Klass,
The Smoke,
The Selecter,
Mark Hollis,
10cc,
Slick Rick,
T.S.O.L.,
Kurtis Blow,
Cameo,
Bronski Beat,
Black Flag,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gladiators,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
F. McDonald,
The Gories,
The Mummies,
The Evens,
The Doors,
Bill Near,
The Neon Judgement,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Shoche,
Agitation Free,
Organ,
Mandrill,
Parry Music,
Altered Images,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
PIL,
Brick,
Crooked Eye,
Bob Dylan,
Bad Manners,
Popol Vuh,
Japan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grauzone,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Techniques,
Pierre Henry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skriet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.