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 Tunisia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe 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 Henry Cow to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Maleditus Sound,
Iggy Pop,
Rekid,
The Litter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bob Dylan,
a-ha,
Hot Snakes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eddi Front,
Peter and Kerry,
Sound Behaviour,
The Tremeloes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eurythmics,
Blancmange,
Lungfish,
Gang Green,
Patti Smith,
Al Stewart,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cal Tjader,
Chris & Cosey,
The Beau Brummels,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eden Ahbez,
Outsiders,
Agent Orange,
Young Marble Giants,
Masters at Work,
Oneida,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Darondo,
Arab on Radar,
Tres Demented,
Little Man,
Simply Red,
Bill Near,
The Barracudas,
Ultravox,
T. Rex,
The Cowsills,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Whodini,
Kas Product,
Franke,
Khruangbin,
DJ Style,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
X-102,
Second Layer,
The Doors,
Fort Wilson Riot,
LL Cool J,
Matthew Halsall,
Scion,
8 Eyed Spy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.