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 Antigua 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Smiths to the grunge 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kevin Saunderson,
Talk Talk,
Minutemen,
The Dirtbombs,
Lyres,
Sun City Girls,
the Sonics,
the Normal,
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Khruangbin,
The Divine Comedy,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cure,
The Martian,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Black Dice,
Black Flag,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Moon,
Gang of Four,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Altered Images,
Faraquet,
Connie Case,
Stiv Bators,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Section 25,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang Starr,
Icehouse,
UT,
Sexual Harrassment,
Johnny Osbourne,
Excepter,
Clear Light,
Little Man,
Brick,
Slick Rick,
Average White Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Glenn Branca,
Ronnie Foster,
The Blues Magoos,
Q65,
Popol Vuh,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Christie,
Eurythmics,
Jandek,
Niagra,
H. Thieme,
The Walker Brothers,
Joy Division,
Eden Ahbez,
Sonny Sharrock,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.