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 Tajikistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes 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 The Fire Engines to the dance 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Lungfish,
The Wake,
MDC,
Glenn Branca,
John Foxx,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Livin' Joy,
Ludus,
Ponytail,
Severed Heads,
Toni Rubio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eurythmics,
Fad Gadget,
Davy DMX,
Harry Pussy,
Newcleus,
X-Ray Spex,
K-Klass,
cv313,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
This Heat,
The Blues Magoos,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Loose Ends,
The Toasters,
Blancmange,
Stetsasonic,
Alison Limerick,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
La Düsseldorf,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Moon,
Underground Resistance,
The Flesh Eaters,
Model 500,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gichy Dan,
Pantytec,
Neil Young,
Girls At Our Best!,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Germs,
The American Breed,
Deepchord,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Neu!,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Kinks,
Interpol,
Peter & Gordon,
Joey Negro,
Hasil Adkins,
Archie Shepp,
The Fugs,
Theoretical Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vladislav Delay,
The Barracudas,
Public Enemy,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.