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 Jamaica and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ 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 Icehouse to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Ponytail,
Black Bananas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scott Walker,
Bill Wells,
FM Einheit,
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter & Gordon,
LL Cool J,
Prince Buster,
Roxy Music,
Suicide,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultra Naté,
Funkadelic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fela Kuti,
Cecil Taylor,
the Sonics,
Magazine,
World's Most,
the Germs,
Warren Ellis,
a-ha,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marine Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Index,
X-Ray Spex,
Agitation Free,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Flash Fearless,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camouflage,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lucky Dragons,
Don Cherry,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Index,
Marc Almond,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tomorrow,
The Knickerbockers,
Soft Cell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Pretty Things,
Fatback Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aural Exciters,
Radiohead,
CMW,
Sonny Sharrock,
Glenn Branca,
Dave Gahan,
Laurel Aitken,
Half Japanese,
Johnny Clarke,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.