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 Milan.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Flamin' Groovies to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Royal Trux,
Harry Pussy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roger Hodgson,
Deepchord,
Albert Ayler,
Man Eating Sloth,
Drexciya,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Clear Light,
Little Man,
Niagra,
E-Dancer,
Sonny Sharrock,
Icehouse,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dennis Brown,
Vainqueur,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sister Nancy,
Pagans,
Bill Near,
Amon Düül,
Cymande,
The American Breed,
Motorama,
The Slits,
Anakelly,
The Cramps,
The Zeros,
Soft Machine,
Alison Limerick,
Suburban Knight,
Fad Gadget,
Lower 48,
The Dead C,
Joy Division,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jawbox,
Erasure,
DJ Sneak,
Scion,
Warren Ellis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Slick Rick,
EPMD,
Pole,
Lou Christie,
Isaac Hayes,
Livin' Joy,
Rites of Spring,
Mars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pussy Galore,
Nico,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Bananas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.