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 Haiti and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 Dead Boys to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
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,
Massinfluence,
Slave,
Technova,
Sex Pistols,
Shuggie Otis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pere Ubu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Busters,
Stetsasonic,
Amon Düül II,
Flamin' Groovies,
Parry Music,
Symarip,
Robert Hood,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Los Fastidios,
Terry Callier,
JFA,
Aswad,
Dennis Brown,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Leaves,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soulsonic Force,
Ronan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joe Smooth,
Reagan Youth,
The Vogues,
Jeff Lynne,
Dead Boys,
June Days,
Lindisfarne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alton Ellis,
Amon Düül,
Susan Cadogan,
Procol Harum,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lower 48,
James White and The Blacks,
Ken Boothe,
Ponytail,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scrapy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bill Near,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harmonia,
Spandau Ballet,
Eden Ahbez,
Average White Band,
The Red Krayola,
Toni Rubio,
Alphaville,
LL Cool J,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.