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 Niger and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the electroclash 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Barracudas,
The Leaves,
the Swans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tom Boy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jimmy McGriff,
X-102,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
Niagra,
John Foxx,
Kayak,
Pussy Galore,
Lucky Dragons,
Banda Bassotti,
The Five Americans,
Brass Construction,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joey Negro,
Glenn Branca,
Buzzcocks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kerri Chandler,
Nirvana,
Bobby Byrd,
Jerry's Kids,
Vladislav Delay,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soulsonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Cale,
DJ Sneak,
Suicide,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Vainqueur,
Joy Division,
The Busters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boredoms,
Roger Hodgson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Shoche,
Alison Limerick,
Bob Dylan,
Magma,
T.S.O.L.,
Soft Cell,
Chrome,
Blossom Toes,
Arcadia,
Zero Boys,
Schoolly D,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Bar-Kays,
The Trojans,
Maleditus Sound,
Brand Nubian,
Reuben Wilson,
Ten City,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.