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 Cyprus and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Trumans Water to the grime 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Niagra,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Beau Brummels,
Chris Corsano,
Sugar Minott,
Mr. Review,
Bob Dylan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eve St. Jones,
Aural Exciters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Swans,
Albert Ayler,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roxy Music,
The Mummies,
Pylon,
X-101,
The Neon Judgement,
Wolf Eyes,
Ossler,
Mad Mike,
Eddi Front,
Tears for Fears,
Don Cherry,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Martian,
Todd Terry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultravox,
Morten Harket,
Alphaville,
The Searchers,
The Divine Comedy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nick Fraelich,
Rhythm & Sound,
Siglo XX,
Bootsy Collins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Erasure,
Cybotron,
Avey Tare,
Jawbox,
Hardrive,
Y Pants,
K-Klass,
Talk Talk,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Blues Magoos,
Motorama,
the Association,
Icehouse,
Nils Olav,
Sun Ra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.