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 Colombia and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Young Marble Giants to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Underground Resistance,
Kas Product,
Cal Tjader,
The Sonics,
Graham Central Station,
The Alarm Clocks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
L. Decosne,
Main Source,
Los Fastidios,
Hashim,
The Seeds,
PIL,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bill Near,
Boredoms,
Von Mondo,
Clear Light,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lightning Bolt,
kango's stein massive,
Dark Day,
Thee Headcoats,
Camberwell Now,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nik Kershaw,
Ludus,
Rites of Spring,
Marc Almond,
Eli Mardock,
Howard Jones,
Little Man,
Soulsonic Force,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rod Modell,
Avey Tare,
Roy Ayers,
Basic Channel,
Todd Rundgren,
Spoonie Gee,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Suburban Knight,
The Tremeloes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joey Negro,
Roxy Music,
In Retrospect,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roxette,
The Residents,
Amon Düül II,
Scott Walker,
Alison Limerick,
Intrusion,
Stetsasonic,
Mandrill,
Warren Ellis,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.