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 Dominican Republic and from Lagos.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Agent Orange to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Jerry's Kids,
Kenny Larkin,
Camberwell Now,
Bronski Beat,
MC5,
Rekid,
David McCallum,
The Dave Clark Five,
Visage,
Charles Mingus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Henry Cow,
Lyres,
Graham Central Station,
Cecil Taylor,
Radiohead,
The Smiths,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sound Behaviour,
Saccharine Trust,
Soft Cell,
Sister Nancy,
Ice-T,
EPMD,
Supertramp,
Khruangbin,
The Pretty Things,
Quadrant,
Arab on Radar,
The Slackers,
Make Up,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Robert Wyatt,
Johnny Clarke,
Infiniti,
Boredoms,
The Barracudas,
Banda Bassotti,
Second Layer,
Babytalk,
The Mummies,
Barbara Tucker,
Model 500,
Kayak,
Black Pus,
The Fugs,
Soft Machine,
the Association,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wolf Eyes,
Clear Light,
Brass Construction,
Scion,
Ultra Naté,
John Cale,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mars,
Arthur Verocai,
Wings,
the Germs,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.