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 Poland and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 The Searchers to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Danielle Patucci,
Drexciya,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cluster,
Donny Hathaway,
Wings,
Royal Trux,
The Pretty Things,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Porter Ricks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
R.M.O.,
Man Parrish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Amon Düül,
Henry Cow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Accadde A,
Outsiders,
Laurel Aitken,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Theoretical Girls,
Angry Samoans,
Radio Birdman,
Sarah Menescal,
Roxy Music,
Echospace,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ludus,
Sun City Girls,
Fad Gadget,
Oblivians,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Holt,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scrapy,
The Young Rascals,
The Dead C,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dave Gahan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Slackers,
Tears for Fears,
The Fortunes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Radiohead,
Ronan,
Vladislav Delay,
New Order,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Q65,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.