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 Kiribati and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Warsaw to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Talk Talk,
Joe Smooth,
John Coltrane,
Barclay James Harvest,
Smog,
Dual Sessions,
Brothers Johnson,
Tommy Roe,
8 Eyed Spy,
T. Rex,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ituana,
Glenn Branca,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The United States of America,
Michelle Simonal,
Ten City,
Buzzcocks,
Technova,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bronski Beat,
Byron Stingily,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Hutcherson,
A Certain Ratio,
Terry Callier,
Outsiders,
The Golliwogs,
Danielle Patucci,
Massinfluence,
Frankie Knuckles,
Vladislav Delay,
Soft Machine,
The Angels of Light,
Adolescents,
Thee Headcoats,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Derrick Morgan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cramps,
The Cure,
Crash Course in Science,
The Birthday Party,
Cabaret Voltaire,
a-ha,
Livin' Joy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Audionom,
Little Man,
Fela Kuti,
The Litter,
Andrew Hill,
Absolute Body Control,
the Association,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sam Rivers,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.