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 Burkina and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Thompson Twins,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fuzztones,
the Normal,
Metal Thangz,
The Saints,
Symarip,
The Young Rascals,
Pulsallama,
Masters at Work,
Jawbox,
The Zeros,
Fugazi,
Yellowson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brick,
Danielle Patucci,
Joe Finger,
The Gun Club,
Neil Young,
Heaven 17,
Eden Ahbez,
Gong,
John Cale,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lakeside,
The Walker Brothers,
Dead Boys,
Excepter,
Roy Ayers,
Jeff Lynne,
The Seeds,
Index,
Anthony Braxton,
Khruangbin,
Peter & Gordon,
Roxette,
Connie Case,
David McCallum,
Subhumans,
Ten City,
The Gladiators,
Rakim,
Rhythm & Sound,
Amon Düül II,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Altered Images,
the Germs,
Livin' Joy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ken Boothe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yaz,
Stiv Bators,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed,
The Slits,
48th St. Collective,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang Starr,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.