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 Kenya and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Severed Heads to the crunk 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '70s 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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?
Brass Construction,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lindisfarne,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minutemen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lower 48,
Black Flag,
Main Source,
The Raincoats,
Severed Heads,
the Slits,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Thompson Twins,
Swell Maps,
Connie Case,
Mars,
Shoche,
Can,
Mark Hollis,
Avey Tare,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eddi Front,
The Moleskins,
The Techniques,
Albert Ayler,
Marshall Jefferson,
Quando Quango,
Radiohead,
Youth Brigade,
Cymande,
Neu!,
Bootsy Collins,
Tears for Fears,
Khruangbin,
Ornette Coleman,
Rapeman,
Blossom Toes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Darondo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Sheep,
Rufus Thomas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
June Days,
Flash Fearless,
Yellowson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
China Crisis,
Girls At Our Best!,
La Düsseldorf,
Graham Central Station,
Quantec,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fugs,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.