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 Algeria and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 Zero Boys to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Marvin Gaye,
kango's stein massive,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bad Manners,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roy Ayers,
Essential Logic,
The Count Five,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Agitation Free,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pantytec,
Popol Vuh,
Ronnie Foster,
Oblivians,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Echospace,
The Blackbyrds,
Stetsasonic,
Accadde A,
June Days,
Sixth Finger,
The Pop Group,
The Velvet Underground,
Joe Finger,
Skaos,
Gabor Szabo,
Colin Newman,
the Normal,
Main Source,
Dennis Brown,
Index,
Electric Prunes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lyres,
Lee Hazlewood,
UT,
Sight & Sound,
Iggy Pop,
Siglo XX,
Nils Olav,
Johnny Osbourne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Trumans Water,
Masters at Work,
X-Ray Spex,
Matthew Halsall,
Visage,
Funkadelic,
Henry Cow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Swell Maps,
Bootsy Collins,
The Saints,
Rakim,
Spoonie Gee,
Avey Tare,
Niagra,
Arab on Radar,
Ituana,
Lucky Dragons,
Jeru the Damaja,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.