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 Kuwait and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Swans to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pierre Henry,
Moebius,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dead Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
Swans,
Gabor Szabo,
Niagra,
Brick,
Piero Umiliani,
Bad Manners,
Black Pus,
Tubeway Army,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Aural Exciters,
Schoolly D,
The American Breed,
Neu!,
Pylon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Morten Harket,
Big Daddy Kane,
Althea and Donna,
UT,
Cal Tjader,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fuzztones,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Starr,
Rod Modell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crooked Eye,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Doobie Brothers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Trojans,
Deakin,
The Neon Judgement,
Blossom Toes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jacob Miller,
LL Cool J,
Lebanon Hanover,
Groovy Waters,
Arab on Radar,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bob Dylan,
Alphaville,
The Motions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ultimate Spinach,
Urselle,
Lakeside,
Simply Red,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.