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 Marshall Islands and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ 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 The Selecter to the grunge 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Kas Product,
Kool Moe Dee,
Drexciya,
Blake Baxter,
Reuben Wilson,
Tom Boy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nirvana,
Parry Music,
Crime,
Amon Düül,
Faust,
Black Bananas,
Yusef Lateef,
Sun Ra,
Henry Cow,
Los Fastidios,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Moleskins,
Guru Guru,
Scratch Acid,
Todd Terry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Quando Quango,
Technova,
Soft Machine,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fall,
Lou Christie,
Lalann,
The Five Americans,
Matthew Halsall,
Make Up,
Matthew Bourne,
Ice-T,
Fluxion,
the Swans,
Au Pairs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Negative Approach,
Essential Logic,
Swans,
U.S. Maple,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pylon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joe Finger,
Ronnie Foster,
Symarip,
Jesper Dahlback,
Royal Trux,
Duran Duran,
Lightning Bolt,
T.S.O.L.,
The American Breed,
Electric Prunes,
Brand Nubian,
Judy Mowatt,
Silicon Teens,
Deadbeat,
Pole,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.