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 Taiwan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
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 guitar 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 Marmalade to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick 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?
Pharoah Sanders,
Crispy Ambulance,
Terry Callier,
One Last Wish,
Eurythmics,
Main Source,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Guru Guru,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Techniques,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alison Limerick,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
In Retrospect,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yusef Lateef,
Sexual Harrassment,
Amon Düül II,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Second Layer,
Althea and Donna,
Peter & Gordon,
Depeche Mode,
Gong,
X-101,
The Fortunes,
Brothers Johnson,
Roxy Music,
Ituana,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Agent Orange,
Lee Hazlewood,
Skriet,
Crash Course in Science,
Fear,
Chrome,
Desert Stars,
T. Rex,
Crime,
Davy DMX,
The Black Dice,
The Stooges,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nirvana,
Theoretical Girls,
The Sonics,
Pantytec,
Hot Snakes,
Mr. Review,
Jerry's Kids,
These Immortal Souls,
Bluetip,
The Dirtbombs,
June Days,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yaz,
The Smiths,
The Gun Club,
The Walker Brothers,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.