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 Brunei and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 Grey Daturas to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Warren Ellis,
Avey Tare,
Lalann,
Barry Ungar,
Thompson Twins,
Jerry's Kids,
The Neon Judgement,
The Pop Group,
Arab on Radar,
Rufus Thomas,
Radio Birdman,
Godley & Creme,
Eddi Front,
Sonny Sharrock,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Womack,
The Tremeloes,
The Durutti Column,
the Bar-Kays,
Smog,
The Pretty Things,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scientists,
Zapp,
Jeff Mills,
Von Mondo,
Scan 7,
Yusef Lateef,
Little Man,
La Düsseldorf,
Kerri Chandler,
Barrington Levy,
Nik Kershaw,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
David Axelrod,
Terrestrial Tones,
Max Romeo,
Cal Tjader,
Sarah Menescal,
Matthew Bourne,
Wasted Youth,
Scion,
8 Eyed Spy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Wake,
Moby Grape,
Yaz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
cv313,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aural Exciters,
Faust,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ronnie Foster,
Morten Harket,
Steve Hackett,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.