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 Andorra and from Beijing.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the disco 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Cecil Taylor,
Boogie Down Productions,
Excepter,
Johnny Clarke,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Blake Baxter,
Funkadelic,
Rekid,
The Martian,
Niagra,
Soulsonic Force,
Bauhaus,
Soft Machine,
June of 44,
Eurythmics,
Albert Ayler,
The Offenders,
Jandek,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Buckinghams,
The Last Poets,
Hashim,
48th St. Collective,
Skaos,
Jesper Dahlback,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
OOIOO,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pierre Henry,
Ituana,
The Invisible,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fad Gadget,
Radiopuhelimet,
Groovy Waters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
New York Dolls,
E-Dancer,
Steve Hackett,
Section 25,
Von Mondo,
The Remains,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Matthew Halsall,
Josef K,
The Tremeloes,
Marc Almond,
Amon Düül,
The Fuzztones,
The Gun Club,
The Blues Magoos,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brass Construction,
Duran Duran,
Big Daddy Kane,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rufus Thomas,
This Heat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.