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 Tonga and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the grime 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Grauzone,
The Divine Comedy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott Heron,
Groovy Waters,
Drexciya,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Slits,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Golliwogs,
Marvin Gaye,
A Flock of Seagulls,
MC5,
Jeff Mills,
Matthew Bourne,
Joyce Sims,
Mantronix,
Leonard Cohen,
Gong,
The Evens,
Whodini,
Negative Approach,
Lower 48,
Rakim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fuzztones,
Thompson Twins,
The Neon Judgement,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fire Engines,
Black Flag,
Dave Gahan,
10cc,
The Dirtbombs,
The Music Machine,
Television,
the Slits,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Move,
Sound Behaviour,
Todd Terry,
Ken Boothe,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Selecter,
New Order,
Silicon Teens,
Scrapy,
Sight & Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fugs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sonic Youth,
The Index,
Deakin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Sonics,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nation of Ulysses,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.