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 Namibia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 Stetsasonic to the grime 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Qualms,
Magazine,
Aloha Tigers,
Simply Red,
The Slits,
Lungfish,
the Normal,
Lou Christie,
Faraquet,
Lucky Dragons,
Rod Modell,
Colin Newman,
Rapeman,
Mr. Review,
Slick Rick,
Brass Construction,
Rakim,
Amon Düül,
The Gun Club,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Associates,
Junior Murvin,
Newcleus,
The Fugs,
Negative Approach,
The Slackers,
Avey Tare,
Sixth Finger,
Johnny Clarke,
Harry Pussy,
The Fuzztones,
Joe Smooth,
Maleditus Sound,
Pulsallama,
Bronski Beat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scion,
Talk Talk,
Radiohead,
Kaleidoscope,
Eve St. Jones,
Suicide,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arthur Verocai,
One Last Wish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kurtis Blow,
The Busters,
X-102,
Barbara Tucker,
Eddi Front,
Lalann,
Delta 5,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cheater Slicks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeff Lynne,
MDC,
Bush Tetras,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.