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 Kenya and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
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 808 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 Nas to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roxette,
Panda Bear,
X-101,
Kenny Larkin,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Velvet Underground,
Drive Like Jehu,
Intrusion,
The Walker Brothers,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Young Rascals,
the Soft Cell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nick Fraelich,
Massinfluence,
Lyres,
Deakin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Byrd,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dennis Brown,
The Busters,
Lou Christie,
Buzzcocks,
The Victims,
The Durutti Column,
Delta 5,
The Cure,
In Retrospect,
Lakeside,
Iggy Pop,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sun City Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Monochrome Set,
Parry Music,
The Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang Gang Dance,
Television,
Jacques Brel,
Alice Coltrane,
F. McDonald,
Barrington Levy,
The Beau Brummels,
Trumans Water,
Cameo,
Von Mondo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Royal Trux,
Amon Düül II,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Modern Lovers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crooked Eye,
New Order,
Jimmy McGriff,
The American Breed,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.