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 Ecuador and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Patti Smith to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Kerrie Biddell,
The Residents,
Bang On A Can,
Ronnie Foster,
Delta 5,
Ornette Coleman,
Underground Resistance,
Eric Dolphy,
Motorama,
The Beau Brummels,
Main Source,
Maleditus Sound,
Liliput,
Procol Harum,
The Standells,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultravox,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tim Buckley,
Charles Mingus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Franke,
The Slits,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Popol Vuh,
Radiopuhelimet,
Oblivians,
The Electric Prunes,
Joensuu 1685,
Circle Jerks,
Harry Pussy,
Von Mondo,
Marine Girls,
Faust,
Dead Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bootsy Collins,
Ludus,
Anakelly,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fatback Band,
Television Personalities,
Marvin Gaye,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Remains,
Loose Ends,
the Germs,
The Five Americans,
Neu!,
Deepchord,
Brothers Johnson,
Cybotron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
R.M.O.,
JFA,
Blossom Toes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Newcleus,
X-101,
Max Romeo,
Skarface,
The Kinks,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.