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 Austria and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Harry Pussy to the grunge 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Barry Ungar,
Deakin,
Kayak,
Au Pairs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Birthday Party,
Fugazi,
Tim Buckley,
Eric Dolphy,
Animal Collective,
Kerri Chandler,
Blossom Toes,
Black Flag,
kango's stein massive,
Quantec,
The Busters,
Albert Ayler,
In Retrospect,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Saccharine Trust,
Fear,
Alton Ellis,
Piero Umiliani,
U.S. Maple,
Derrick Morgan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mo-Dettes,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Slits,
The Durutti Column,
The Litter,
Fad Gadget,
Lightning Bolt,
Scott Walker,
Mars,
Unwound,
Joe Finger,
John Lydon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thompson Twins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bush Tetras,
The Sound,
Black Moon,
Jerry's Kids,
Drexciya,
Eden Ahbez,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jandek,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Red Krayola,
Bob Dylan,
Buzzcocks,
Toni Rubio,
Oblivians,
Charles Mingus,
Lyres,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cowsills,
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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.