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 Palau and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Ronan to the punk 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cheater Slicks,
Hardrive,
Fad Gadget,
Cybotron,
Yazoo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pussy Galore,
These Immortal Souls,
Blake Baxter,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Kinks,
Rod Modell,
Arthur Verocai,
Pantaleimon,
The Slits,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kaleidoscope,
Stetsasonic,
Brand Nubian,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Silicon Teens,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fortunes,
Hasil Adkins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Man Parrish,
Donald Byrd,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Underground Resistance,
Sandy B,
Altered Images,
Hoover,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultravox,
Byron Stingily,
Circle Jerks,
Sugar Minott,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marc Almond,
The Young Rascals,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Janne Schatter,
Monks,
T. Rex,
Alphaville,
Scratch Acid,
The Busters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Residents,
Thompson Twins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Morten Harket,
Gregory Isaacs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Newcleus,
Sex Pistols,
Erykah Badu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.