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 Australia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Michelle Simonal,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nick Fraelich,
Pole,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
June of 44,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Severed Heads,
Crime,
The Wake,
Sister Nancy,
The Pop Group,
Slave,
New York Dolls,
Franke,
Ohio Players,
Hardrive,
the Bar-Kays,
Duran Duran,
Amon Düül,
Pere Ubu,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Foxx,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Bananas,
Amazonics,
Ten City,
Guru Guru,
Roy Ayers,
Little Man,
Jerry's Kids,
Tres Demented,
Dennis Brown,
Eric B and Rakim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
T. Rex,
Radiopuhelimet,
Country Teasers,
Neil Young,
Smog,
Kayak,
The Selecter,
Bill Near,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Toasters,
The Angels of Light,
Cheater Slicks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Basic Channel,
Moby Grape,
Faust,
Eurythmics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Laurel Aitken,
The Misunderstood,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.