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 Dominican Republic and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare 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 Judy Mowatt to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Electric Prunes,
Sound Behaviour,
Eden Ahbez,
Rites of Spring,
Minnie Riperton,
Scrapy,
Sight & Sound,
Interpol,
Shoche,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roy Ayers,
The Blackbyrds,
kango's stein massive,
Derrick Morgan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Model 500,
The Five Americans,
The Divine Comedy,
The Associates,
Lucky Dragons,
Glambeats Corp.,
Archie Shepp,
Von Mondo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
World's Most,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yaz,
T.S.O.L.,
Man Parrish,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fall,
Easy Going,
Organ,
Nirvana,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Monks,
Japan,
Marmalade,
Brick,
Echospace,
Simply Red,
The Cramps,
X-Ray Spex,
The Neon Judgement,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
FM Einheit,
Robert Görl,
Jacob Miller,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Desert Stars,
Warren Ellis,
Urselle,
June of 44,
Joey Negro,
Bauhaus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Subhumans,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.