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 Slovakia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar 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 The Divine Comedy to the jazz 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hasil Adkins,
The Mummies,
Livin' Joy,
PIL,
Rites of Spring,
The Martian,
Subhumans,
Circle Jerks,
Sound Behaviour,
Funky Four + One,
Josef K,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Christie,
Jerry's Kids,
T. Rex,
Camberwell Now,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joensuu 1685,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barry Ungar,
CMW,
L. Decosne,
the Sonics,
Ossler,
Simply Red,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Black Dice,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Radiohead,
Reuben Wilson,
The Wake,
Lalo Schifrin,
One Last Wish,
Black Moon,
Minor Threat,
The Busters,
Crispy Ambulance,
A Certain Ratio,
Sixth Finger,
These Immortal Souls,
the Slits,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
X-Ray Spex,
The Invisible,
B.T. Express,
DJ Sneak,
Tres Demented,
Tropical Tobacco,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eli Mardock,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nation of Ulysses,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Arcadia,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.