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 Liechtenstein and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Brothers Johnson to the grunge 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Delon & Dalcan,
Chrome,
Bush Tetras,
Howard Jones,
Todd Rundgren,
Hoover,
Joyce Sims,
Surgeon,
The American Breed,
Wolf Eyes,
The Smiths,
FM Einheit,
Roxy Music,
Terrestrial Tones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cheater Slicks,
K-Klass,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marmalade,
Ultra Naté,
Vainqueur,
Bauhaus,
Bluetip,
Suburban Knight,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Newcleus,
Dawn Penn,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arcadia,
The Count Five,
Subhumans,
Don Cherry,
World's Most,
Radiohead,
The Sonics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Offenders,
Sam Rivers,
Eurythmics,
DNA,
The Standells,
Alison Limerick,
Frankie Knuckles,
Massinfluence,
Bang On A Can,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Y Pants,
David Bowie,
Cecil Taylor,
MDC,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Shuggie Otis,
Lyres,
the Germs,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Sherman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bob Dylan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gap Band,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.