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 Namibia and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Detroit Cobras to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Arcadia,
Derrick Morgan,
AZ,
Wings,
Roy Ayers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tomorrow,
Wally Richardson,
Marc Almond,
Supertramp,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sonic Youth,
Maurizio,
Pagans,
Bill Near,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter and Kerry,
The Busters,
Cheater Slicks,
The Skatalites,
Glenn Branca,
Urselle,
Wasted Youth,
Young Marble Giants,
Skarface,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Young Rascals,
La Düsseldorf,
John Foxx,
The Durutti Column,
Hoover,
Adolescents,
Nas,
Josef K,
Main Source,
Toni Rubio,
Section 25,
The Names,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Niagra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gabor Szabo,
The Sonics,
Scientists,
The Divine Comedy,
CMW,
The Monks,
The Gladiators,
Chris Corsano,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rakim,
New Order,
Gang Starr,
John Holt,
OOIOO,
Reagan Youth,
Babytalk,
Gichy Dan,
Jeff Lynne,
The Knickerbockers,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.