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 Equatorial Guinea and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe 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 Bauhaus to the crunk 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Franke,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Swell Maps,
Moss Icon,
Moby Grape,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
New York Dolls,
The Remains,
Alice Coltrane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bootsy Collins,
Agitation Free,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ponytail,
The Flesh Eaters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric Copeland,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Echospace,
Bad Manners,
The Gories,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scion,
Eli Mardock,
Maleditus Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fuzztones,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Sonics,
Scan 7,
Hoover,
Yazoo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Banda Bassotti,
Blake Baxter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yellowson,
Liliput,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Outsiders,
Alton Ellis,
Magazine,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Human League,
Prince Buster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Model 500,
Bobby Womack,
Graham Central Station,
Main Source,
Ten City,
Cameo,
The Vogues,
Lyres,
La Düsseldorf,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joyce Sims,
Carl Craig,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.