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 Ukraine and from New York.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 Rod Modell to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang Green,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Motions,
June of 44,
Alison Limerick,
Traffic Nightmare,
Steve Hackett,
Cluster,
Brothers Johnson,
The Slackers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Severed Heads,
Ice-T,
Franke,
Yusef Lateef,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Parry Music,
Visage,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skaos,
Charles Mingus,
The Leaves,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
David McCallum,
Lalann,
Sex Pistols,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Flag,
The Remains,
Mark Hollis,
Hot Snakes,
Talk Talk,
Barrington Levy,
Robert Görl,
These Immortal Souls,
Avey Tare,
the Soft Cell,
Dave Gahan,
Chrome,
The Smiths,
Fear,
the Sonics,
PIL,
John Holt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Section 25,
The Pop Group,
JFA,
The Litter,
Infiniti,
Pere Ubu,
Warren Ellis,
Pantaleimon,
Yaz,
Soul II Soul,
Susan Cadogan,
Boz Scaggs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.