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 Chad and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Index to the grunge 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Joy Division,
X-Ray Spex,
Scan 7,
Grey Daturas,
Camouflage,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Henry Cow,
The Move,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aural Exciters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wings,
Juan Atkins,
Pantaleimon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kayak,
Johnny Osbourne,
Connie Case,
The Dirtbombs,
Wolf Eyes,
Parry Music,
Ohio Players,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Electric Prunes,
the Bar-Kays,
Arcadia,
The Skatalites,
Blossom Toes,
Jawbox,
Roxette,
Television Personalities,
The Gun Club,
Kas Product,
the Soft Cell,
Thompson Twins,
Neil Young,
Zapp,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
David Axelrod,
kango's stein massive,
Surgeon,
The Fuzztones,
David McCallum,
Rosa Yemen,
Scrapy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Shoche,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kurtis Blow,
Spandau Ballet,
These Immortal Souls,
Laurel Aitken,
Amon Düül II,
Angry Samoans,
Warren Ellis,
Eve St. Jones,
Scott Walker,
Davy DMX,
Rakim,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.