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 Burundi and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Radiopuhelimet to the grime 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Don Cherry,
Anthony Braxton,
The Evens,
Moss Icon,
Eddi Front,
The Birthday Party,
The Tremeloes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Iggy Pop,
B.T. Express,
Eurythmics,
Half Japanese,
Basic Channel,
Symarip,
Neil Young,
Dave Gahan,
The Cowsills,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Star Department,
Motorama,
Wings,
Lebanon Hanover,
Chrome,
The Count Five,
Moebius,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Wake,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nico,
The United States of America,
Icehouse,
One Last Wish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barrington Levy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Germs,
Grey Daturas,
Andrew Hill,
Al Stewart,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lyres,
Cal Tjader,
Loose Ends,
The Fall,
Easy Going,
The Remains,
Scrapy,
X-Ray Spex,
Drexciya,
Zapp,
Absolute Body Control,
Porter Ricks,
Maleditus Sound,
Joey Negro,
Boredoms,
Funkadelic,
The New Christs,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.