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 Hungary and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 jazz 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The New Christs,
The Pretty Things,
Tim Buckley,
Roxy Music,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dark Day,
Agitation Free,
Aaron Thompson,
Crash Course in Science,
Smog,
K-Klass,
Cluster,
Zapp,
Amazonics,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sight & Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Talk Talk,
The Misunderstood,
Dual Sessions,
Graham Central Station,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jimmy McGriff,
Morten Harket,
Sarah Menescal,
the Bar-Kays,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Swans,
Eddi Front,
Yazoo,
Chris Corsano,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brand Nubian,
Magazine,
Johnny Clarke,
Jeff Lynne,
The Smoke,
June Days,
Simply Red,
Todd Terry,
Goldenarms,
Von Mondo,
Scrapy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thompson Twins,
kango's stein massive,
Cameo,
The Gun Club,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
World's Most,
Lucky Dragons,
The Black Dice,
Sound Behaviour,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Judy Mowatt,
Bang On A Can,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.