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 Mali and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Grauzone to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Pagans,
The Motions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
10cc,
Quadrant,
Rekid,
Dark Day,
Rod Modell,
Outsiders,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Chrome,
Freddie Wadling,
A Certain Ratio,
Supertramp,
The Blues Magoos,
The Tremeloes,
Gichy Dan,
Visage,
The Barracudas,
Pere Ubu,
New York Dolls,
Silicon Teens,
James White and The Blacks,
Lalann,
Ten City,
The Index,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fire Engines,
Leonard Cohen,
Lucky Dragons,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Sherman,
Electric Prunes,
Eric Copeland,
June of 44,
Ossler,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neu!,
Urselle,
Au Pairs,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Searchers,
Icehouse,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rapeman,
Letta Mbulu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Laurel Aitken,
UT,
Index,
Fugazi,
Al Stewart,
Harmonia,
Bill Wells,
Shuggie Otis,
Yellowson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Christie,
Ken Boothe,
Sight & Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.