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 Yemen and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 The Black Dice to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Kerri Chandler,
Grauzone,
Bad Manners,
Parry Music,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mad Mike,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fall,
Scott Walker,
The Saints,
Joe Finger,
Rites of Spring,
Icehouse,
Y Pants,
Barrington Levy,
The Beau Brummels,
Marmalade,
Pere Ubu,
The Music Machine,
Cluster,
Soft Cell,
Vladislav Delay,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
Don Cherry,
John Coltrane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Danielle Patucci,
Ronan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Dirtbombs,
cv313,
Archie Shepp,
The Move,
Byron Stingily,
Negative Approach,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joensuu 1685,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marc Almond,
The Slackers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Whodini,
Pylon,
The Selecter,
the Swans,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Association,
Gregory Isaacs,
Depeche Mode,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Walker Brothers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pulsallama,
Joey Negro,
the Sonics,
Black Flag,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.