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 Vietnam and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Echospace to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Drive Like Jehu,
New Age Steppers,
Matthew Halsall,
Piero Umiliani,
Grey Daturas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ice-T,
Faust,
The Gladiators,
The Gun Club,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Country Teasers,
Marvin Gaye,
Terrestrial Tones,
T. Rex,
Blossom Toes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pulsallama,
Ralphi Rosario,
Flash Fearless,
Kerri Chandler,
Newcleus,
The Fire Engines,
The Dirtbombs,
Wolf Eyes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ornette Coleman,
Kenny Larkin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gabor Szabo,
Nils Olav,
Eden Ahbez,
Los Fastidios,
Skarface,
Sister Nancy,
Masters at Work,
Steve Hackett,
Marmalade,
Eurythmics,
Dead Boys,
R.M.O.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Hood,
Michelle Simonal,
Brand Nubian,
Darondo,
The Sonics,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rotary Connection,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rod Modell,
EPMD,
Derrick Morgan,
Public Enemy,
Rakim,
Bad Manners,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ituana,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.