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 Syria and from Toronto.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Grauzone to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Searchers,
Sällskapet,
The Martian,
Scott Walker,
Deepchord,
Tears for Fears,
Scrapy,
the Normal,
Quando Quango,
Ohio Players,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ponytail,
Absolute Body Control,
Panda Bear,
Vainqueur,
Matthew Bourne,
Camberwell Now,
John Holt,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang of Four,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Invisible,
PIL,
The Leaves,
The Barracudas,
Infiniti,
Thee Headcoats,
The Count Five,
MDC,
Suicide,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Flesh Eaters,
Parry Music,
Radiopuhelimet,
Motorama,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Chris & Cosey,
Severed Heads,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Flash Fearless,
Letta Mbulu,
A Certain Ratio,
Lower 48,
Albert Ayler,
Skarface,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bad Manners,
Godley & Creme,
Terry Callier,
The J.B.'s,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mandrill,
Robert Hood,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gichy Dan,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.