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 Vanuatu and from New York.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Saints,
Lucky Dragons,
The Remains,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Excepter,
Bill Wells,
UT,
Junior Murvin,
Simply Red,
The Slits,
Blake Baxter,
Eden Ahbez,
The Five Americans,
Iggy Pop,
MDC,
Todd Terry,
The Names,
Motorama,
Little Man,
Tubeway Army,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ohio Players,
Stiv Bators,
the Bar-Kays,
China Crisis,
Unwound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hot Snakes,
Can,
The Sisters of Mercy,
L. Decosne,
Judy Mowatt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Warren Ellis,
Deepchord,
New York Dolls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The New Christs,
Cymande,
Severed Heads,
Jeff Lynne,
Khruangbin,
Eurythmics,
Eric B and Rakim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Accadde A,
Michelle Simonal,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lebanon Hanover,
R.M.O.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joe Finger,
Lee Hazlewood,
Malaria!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Robert Wyatt,
Subhumans,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.