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 Swaziland and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 Kerrie Biddell to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Scratch Acid,
Joy Division,
Kayak,
Malaria!,
Mars,
Chris Corsano,
Radiohead,
Urselle,
Gabor Szabo,
Soft Cell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harmonia,
Marc Almond,
Scan 7,
Bill Near,
Neu!,
The Raincoats,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sonny Sharrock,
Das Ding,
Ludus,
Niagra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
UT,
Gil Scott Heron,
Blossom Toes,
Amazonics,
The Electric Prunes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Howard Jones,
Bill Wells,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fad Gadget,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Althea and Donna,
Frankie Knuckles,
New Order,
Stiv Bators,
FM Einheit,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cal Tjader,
Deadbeat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Zeros,
Johnny Clarke,
Grey Daturas,
Ice-T,
The Litter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Metal Thangz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DJ Sneak,
Don Cherry,
Sonic Youth,
Kaleidoscope,
Yusef Lateef,
Roy Ayers,
The Young Rascals,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.