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 Kosovo and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Drive Like Jehu to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Rekid,
The Gladiators,
Michelle Simonal,
Animal Collective,
Surgeon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Laurel Aitken,
Jerry Gold Smith,
H. Thieme,
Guru Guru,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crooked Eye,
Lightning Bolt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Seeds,
Q and Not U,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rosa Yemen,
Freddie Wadling,
Donald Byrd,
John Foxx,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Wake,
Hoover,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sound Behaviour,
EPMD,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
KRS-One,
Mars,
Funkadelic,
Bill Wells,
Rapeman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ken Boothe,
Ornette Coleman,
Schoolly D,
Ossler,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Star Department,
10cc,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scratch Acid,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Bananas,
Sister Nancy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aswad,
Kenny Larkin,
Little Man,
Niagra,
a-ha,
Heaven 17,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Slackers,
Graham Central Station,
The Names,
Ten City,
Monks,
FM Einheit,
Spoonie Gee,
Cymande,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.