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 Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ 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 Gun Club 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Sex Pistols,
Bob Dylan,
Faraquet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Velvet Underground,
Danielle Patucci,
Kaleidoscope,
Duran Duran,
Fear,
Glambeats Corp.,
Curtis Mayfield,
10cc,
The Names,
kango's stein massive,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amon Düül,
The Residents,
Brick,
Morten Harket,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Seeds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Y Pants,
The Sonics,
Dennis Brown,
Groovy Waters,
The Durutti Column,
Godley & Creme,
Bauhaus,
Aloha Tigers,
The Electric Prunes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soft Machine,
Spoonie Gee,
Mark Hollis,
Deepchord,
The Raincoats,
The Gladiators,
Funkadelic,
Lungfish,
Vladislav Delay,
Sonic Youth,
Robert Wyatt,
Q and Not U,
The Blackbyrds,
Malaria!,
Liliput,
The Red Krayola,
X-102,
The Knickerbockers,
Chrome,
Black Bananas,
Harmonia,
Henry Cow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Michelle Simonal,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.