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 Toronto.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Lou Reed 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 Angels of Light 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Drexciya,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gladiators,
Severed Heads,
Mary Jane Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Agitation Free,
Slick Rick,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scion,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Reagan Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
Dark Day,
Nation of Ulysses,
One Last Wish,
Liliput,
Bobby Sherman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Henry Cow,
Accadde A,
The Fortunes,
DNA,
Scrapy,
Maurizio,
Television,
The Tremeloes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang of Four,
U.S. Maple,
Spoonie Gee,
Symarip,
Gang Starr,
Los Fastidios,
Public Enemy,
Tubeway Army,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Pretty Things,
Make Up,
The Shadows of Knight,
Matthew Halsall,
a-ha,
Stiv Bators,
Can,
The Invisible,
Monolake,
The Offenders,
Donny Hathaway,
Loose Ends,
the Swans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
cv313,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.