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 Mauritius and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 The Raincoats to the rap 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
The Motions,
The Doors,
The Dirtbombs,
Aswad,
Aaron Thompson,
Marvin Gaye,
New Order,
A Certain Ratio,
The Happenings,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nirvana,
Lou Reed,
Bootsy Collins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scion,
David Bowie,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Stooges,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eden Ahbez,
Robert Görl,
kango's stein massive,
Silicon Teens,
Infiniti,
Michelle Simonal,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare,
Howard Jones,
The Associates,
Section 25,
Bob Dylan,
Kayak,
New York Dolls,
The Trojans,
John Holt,
Tim Buckley,
The Real Kids,
In Retrospect,
Fort Wilson Riot,
JFA,
The Vogues,
Quantec,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bauhaus,
Mr. Review,
Brass Construction,
Hoover,
David Axelrod,
Animal Collective,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kerri Chandler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Monks,
Johnny Clarke,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scratch Acid,
Pulsallama,
The Evens,
Essential Logic,
AZ,
Eli Mardock,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.