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 Swaziland and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare 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 The Sonics to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
The Birthday Party,
Man Eating Sloth,
Darondo,
The Knickerbockers,
Scion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Procol Harum,
New Age Steppers,
DNA,
Barrington Levy,
Hashim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Icehouse,
the Swans,
Black Sheep,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Moss Icon,
Piero Umiliani,
Make Up,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Liliput,
kango's stein massive,
KRS-One,
Interpol,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Hood,
Scott Walker,
Warren Ellis,
Black Pus,
Jerry's Kids,
The Evens,
the Soft Cell,
Man Parrish,
Toni Rubio,
Mary Jane Girls,
Warsaw,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Names,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Tremeloes,
Gang Starr,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Outsiders,
One Last Wish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Remains,
Sonic Youth,
The Standells,
The Golliwogs,
The Music Machine,
Isaac Hayes,
The Victims,
Peter & Gordon,
Boredoms,
Anthony Braxton,
The Five Americans,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.