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 Vietnam and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 Black Bananas to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Stockholm Monsters,
Organ,
Country Teasers,
FM Einheit,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Banda Bassotti,
The Index,
The Buckinghams,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Beau Brummels,
Roger Hodgson,
Joensuu 1685,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Unrelated Segments,
Bush Tetras,
The Tremeloes,
Sun City Girls,
Porter Ricks,
The Angels of Light,
Man Parrish,
Joey Negro,
Average White Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aaron Thompson,
UT,
Interpol,
Schoolly D,
Tres Demented,
The Fuzztones,
The Modern Lovers,
The Blackbyrds,
Sight & Sound,
MC5,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Young Rascals,
Au Pairs,
The Vogues,
Moss Icon,
JFA,
Girls At Our Best!,
New Age Steppers,
The Cure,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dual Sessions,
Faust,
Model 500,
The Move,
The Victims,
Faraquet,
Icehouse,
Eric Dolphy,
Mission of Burma,
Gichy Dan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crooked Eye,
Section 25,
The Gladiators,
Little Man,
Circle Jerks,
Wally Richardson,
The Neon Judgement,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.