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 Togo and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 Traffic Nightmare to the grunge 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Hoover,
Dawn Penn,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Matthew Halsall,
ABBA,
Liliput,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sex Pistols,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Seeds,
Dead Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Skatalites,
Gang Starr,
Robert Hood,
Matthew Bourne,
Kerri Chandler,
Grauzone,
F. McDonald,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang of Four,
Sight & Sound,
Technova,
Sällskapet,
Freddie Wadling,
Parry Music,
Supertramp,
Sonic Youth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sam Rivers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Bar-Kays,
Buzzcocks,
Joe Finger,
Section 25,
Duran Duran,
Drexciya,
OOIOO,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Todd Rundgren,
The Vogues,
T. Rex,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Sound,
the Sonics,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hardrive,
Boz Scaggs,
Archie Shepp,
Scrapy,
Tom Boy,
The Pretty Things,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wire,
Suicide,
Qualms,
Ultravox,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brick,
Eric Dolphy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tears for Fears,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.