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 Gabon and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 the Germs to the rap 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Al Stewart,
Eric Copeland,
Thee Headcoats,
The Mojo Men,
Porter Ricks,
One Last Wish,
Supertramp,
Marcia Griffiths,
Negative Approach,
X-102,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Skaos,
Lyres,
Marine Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
Unrelated Segments,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fire Engines,
Mark Hollis,
Boredoms,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Invisible,
The Saints,
Absolute Body Control,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blake Baxter,
Laurel Aitken,
Rhythm & Sound,
Average White Band,
Rod Modell,
Television,
Magma,
Sugar Minott,
Nirvana,
Royal Trux,
Barclay James Harvest,
Country Teasers,
Robert Hood,
The Leaves,
Sexual Harrassment,
Junior Murvin,
Visage,
cv313,
Alton Ellis,
Bill Near,
Grandmaster Flash,
Main Source,
The Busters,
Yellowson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scientists,
Lindisfarne,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sixth Finger,
Gang of Four,
Minnie Riperton,
Second Layer,
H. Thieme,
The Wake,
Lou Reed,
Marc Almond,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.