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 Vanuatu and from Calgary.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar 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 Birthday Party to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
The Blackbyrds,
Mo-Dettes,
Morten Harket,
Bang On A Can,
Dave Gahan,
Dawn Penn,
Suburban Knight,
Camberwell Now,
ABBA,
Pylon,
Cameo,
Mars,
The Trojans,
Ronnie Foster,
Brass Construction,
The Stooges,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Motions,
Barbara Tucker,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fear,
Slave,
The Five Americans,
John Lydon,
Accadde A,
The Grass Roots,
Tim Buckley,
Thompson Twins,
Matthew Bourne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
PIL,
Underground Resistance,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mission of Burma,
Kool Moe Dee,
Drive Like Jehu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lyres,
The Monks,
Arthur Verocai,
Johnny Clarke,
Suicide,
Funky Four + One,
Throbbing Gristle,
Make Up,
KRS-One,
The Human League,
The Fuzztones,
Scott Walker,
Altered Images,
Rosa Yemen,
Danielle Patucci,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crash Course in Science,
Gichy Dan,
Excepter,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.