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 Dominican Republic and from Jakarta.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Misunderstood to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
The Zeros,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cybotron,
Visage,
Freddie Wadling,
Iggy Pop,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scratch Acid,
The Dirtbombs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Television Personalities,
The Music Machine,
Lee Hazlewood,
Piero Umiliani,
The Tremeloes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deakin,
Bad Manners,
Pagans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
D'Angelo,
Toni Rubio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Count Five,
Ralphi Rosario,
Maleditus Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Todd Terry,
Underground Resistance,
Hot Snakes,
Amon Düül,
Avey Tare,
Camouflage,
Jeff Lynne,
Peter & Gordon,
Amazonics,
Newcleus,
X-101,
The J.B.'s,
PIL,
Pantaleimon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ronan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Khruangbin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pierre Henry,
Symarip,
Spoonie Gee,
DJ Sneak,
Kerri Chandler,
Chrome,
The Gories,
Agent Orange,
Accadde A,
Kas Product,
John Holt,
Circle Jerks,
K-Klass,
Altered Images,
Skriet,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.