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 Pakistan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 Angry Samoans to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Unwound,
The Selecter,
Cymande,
Eve St. Jones,
The Busters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Loose Ends,
Heaven 17,
World's Most,
Procol Harum,
Shuggie Otis,
Second Layer,
Anakelly,
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed,
Jawbox,
The Vogues,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Q and Not U,
New York Dolls,
the Germs,
Kenny Larkin,
Accadde A,
The Velvet Underground,
Dave Gahan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joe Finger,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Skriet,
Dual Sessions,
Hot Snakes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Christie,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Organ,
PIL,
Nik Kershaw,
Suicide,
The Blues Magoos,
Mars,
Vladislav Delay,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Traffic Nightmare,
La Düsseldorf,
Juan Atkins,
The Fall,
Soft Cell,
Roger Hodgson,
Massinfluence,
James White and The Blacks,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Mummies,
Masters at Work,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.