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 Maldives and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Laurel Aitken to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Minnie Riperton,
John Cale,
The Music Machine,
Bronski Beat,
Silicon Teens,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pole,
Jawbox,
Drexciya,
Babytalk,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Visage,
Roger Hodgson,
Godley & Creme,
L. Decosne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Icehouse,
Cheater Slicks,
Sam Rivers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
David Bowie,
Soft Cell,
China Crisis,
Young Marble Giants,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultra Naté,
New York Dolls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Slick Rick,
Traffic Nightmare,
T. Rex,
the Swans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DNA,
The Happenings,
DJ Sneak,
Patti Smith,
Amon Düül II,
Aural Exciters,
Deakin,
Reuben Wilson,
Theoretical Girls,
Echospace,
JFA,
The J.B.'s,
Supertramp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Wake,
The Gun Club,
The Stooges,
Technova,
the Bar-Kays,
Shoche,
Lightning Bolt,
Television,
The Sisters of Mercy,
David McCallum,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scientists,
the Fania All-Stars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.