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 China and from Halifax.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Oblivians to the funk 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Bronski Beat,
The Fire Engines,
Aloha Tigers,
Grauzone,
Man Parrish,
Swell Maps,
Toni Rubio,
Bush Tetras,
Duran Duran,
Robert Görl,
Minor Threat,
Alison Limerick,
Neil Young,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
B.T. Express,
Connie Case,
AZ,
Terry Callier,
Jawbox,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joyce Sims,
Cecil Taylor,
Zero Boys,
The Names,
Eric Copeland,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pussy Galore,
Lebanon Hanover,
James White and The Blacks,
Kevin Saunderson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cymande,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Newcleus,
Thee Headcoats,
DNA,
Flamin' Groovies,
Blossom Toes,
John Cale,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Janne Schatter,
Y Pants,
Sixth Finger,
Model 500,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brass Construction,
Livin' Joy,
Reagan Youth,
Hardrive,
Intrusion,
Jerry's Kids,
The Black Dice,
John Holt,
Soft Machine,
Eden Ahbez,
The Index,
Marshall Jefferson,
Royal Trux,
The Stooges,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.