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 Nepal and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar 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 Loose Ends 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Blancmange,
Judy Mowatt,
Smog,
Agent Orange,
Crooked Eye,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Christie,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Modern Lovers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Avey Tare,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Public Enemy,
Ornette Coleman,
Index,
Au Pairs,
Godley & Creme,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlback,
MDC,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aaron Thompson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Cale,
Aural Exciters,
Pylon,
June Days,
Crime,
Brass Construction,
Roxy Music,
The Remains,
Mary Jane Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Pus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nils Olav,
Desert Stars,
Amazonics,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fire Engines,
Subhumans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Oblivians,
Flash Fearless,
The Victims,
Severed Heads,
Groovy Waters,
Massinfluence,
Scrapy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.