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 Vietnam and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Radio Birdman to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Alarm Clocks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minnie Riperton,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bluetip,
The Martian,
Amon Düül,
Saccharine Trust,
Hardrive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lyres,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cramps,
Adolescents,
Loose Ends,
the Fania All-Stars,
Godley & Creme,
Roger Hodgson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
AZ,
Underground Resistance,
Patti Smith,
Lou Christie,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Circle Jerks,
Ultra Naté,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lakeside,
Mantronix,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Litter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Faust,
Das Ding,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fire Engines,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Slits,
Boredoms,
The Invisible,
Audionom,
Suicide,
Gabor Szabo,
Terry Callier,
The Durutti Column,
Matthew Bourne,
Youth Brigade,
Faraquet,
Mars,
Cymande,
La Düsseldorf,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fat Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
Sam Rivers,
Bauhaus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Moon,
Fluxion,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Excepter,
Hasil Adkins,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.