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 Romania and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Television to the electroclash 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Liliput,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vainqueur,
Qualms,
Erykah Badu,
Donald Byrd,
Joensuu 1685,
ABBA,
Bob Dylan,
The Raincoats,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tom Boy,
Echospace,
Drive Like Jehu,
Little Man,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Hood,
Animal Collective,
The Grass Roots,
Nico,
UT,
The Barracudas,
Glenn Branca,
Rapeman,
Intrusion,
Symarip,
Erasure,
Essential Logic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minor Threat,
The Fall,
Masters at Work,
John Cale,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Last Poets,
Franke,
Radiohead,
The Zeros,
New York Dolls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Shuggie Otis,
Radio Birdman,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Techniques,
Radiopuhelimet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Main Source,
Crash Course in Science,
The Trojans,
Rites of Spring,
Fluxion,
Sight & Sound,
Jeff Mills,
Camberwell Now,
The Names,
R.M.O.,
The Modern Lovers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.