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 Lesotho and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
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 oboe 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 Ralphi Rosario to the disco 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Funky Four + One,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Funkadelic,
Maurizio,
The Divine Comedy,
The Buckinghams,
Amon Düül,
Ten City,
The Durutti Column,
Con Funk Shun,
Kayak,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Interpol,
Stereo Dub,
The Leaves,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Chrome,
Moby Grape,
Fugazi,
kango's stein massive,
The Five Americans,
Banda Bassotti,
the Sonics,
Desert Stars,
Aaron Thompson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Swans,
Camouflage,
Kerri Chandler,
Nation of Ulysses,
James White and The Blacks,
The Walker Brothers,
Soft Cell,
Organ,
Suburban Knight,
the Germs,
Todd Terry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Martian,
Das Ding,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Audionom,
Procol Harum,
Glenn Branca,
Q65,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Terry Callier,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alphaville,
Archie Shepp,
The Techniques,
Dark Day,
Bauhaus,
The Trojans,
Matthew Halsall,
Davy DMX,
Derrick May,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.