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 Philippines and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet 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 Thee Headcoats to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kayak,
D'Angelo,
Essential Logic,
Technova,
Bush Tetras,
Pole,
Gastr Del Sol,
David McCallum,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Shuggie Otis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dead Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brass Construction,
New York Dolls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scratch Acid,
The Golliwogs,
The Victims,
T. Rex,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Shadows of Knight,
Royal Trux,
Ohio Players,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Christie,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Dirtbombs,
The Smiths,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deepchord,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Anthony Braxton,
Eden Ahbez,
Sugar Minott,
Sex Pistols,
The Seeds,
Nas,
Lucky Dragons,
Jerry's Kids,
Delta 5,
Adolescents,
Eurythmics,
The Gladiators,
Soulsonic Force,
Susan Cadogan,
Ponytail,
Tomorrow,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Music Machine,
Jandek,
The Smoke,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.