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 Bahamas and from Taipei.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 James White and The Blacks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Neon Judgement record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Alison Limerick,
Arcadia,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Y Pants,
Interpol,
Eric Dolphy,
T. Rex,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang Starr,
Ossler,
Crime,
The Residents,
Soft Machine,
Minny Pops,
Johnny Clarke,
Fluxion,
the Germs,
the Association,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dark Day,
Scrapy,
Pussy Galore,
Infiniti,
Sugar Minott,
The Wake,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Skaos,
Livin' Joy,
Avey Tare,
The Golliwogs,
Peter & Gordon,
Lightning Bolt,
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DJ Sneak,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cure,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Depeche Mode,
Erykah Badu,
Heaven 17,
Q65,
Motorama,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pantytec,
Lindisfarne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Human League,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Chris & Cosey,
Radiohead,
Sixth Finger,
Skarface,
Tears for Fears,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.