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 Monaco and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Vainqueur to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Warsaw,
Glenn Branca,
Jandek,
Technova,
Malaria!,
The Fuzztones,
the Human League,
Black Bananas,
The Toasters,
Crooked Eye,
Agent Orange,
Barry Ungar,
Yazoo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Niagra,
Banda Bassotti,
Oneida,
Eric Dolphy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Man Parrish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eddi Front,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gastr Del Sol,
Moss Icon,
Can,
John Cale,
Maleditus Sound,
Maurizio,
Monks,
Joy Division,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Judy Mowatt,
David Axelrod,
Donny Hathaway,
Tres Demented,
Deadbeat,
Fear,
Ice-T,
Angry Samoans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Qualms,
Dead Boys,
Faust,
Girls At Our Best!,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crispian St. Peters,
X-101,
The Music Machine,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Reed,
The Alarm Clocks,
Matthew Halsall,
Bob Dylan,
The Misunderstood,
The Wake,
The Gun Club,
Delta 5,
Sällskapet,
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.