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 Tanzania and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Names to the rock 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dawn Penn,
Crispian St. Peters,
R.M.O.,
Mission of Burma,
Peter & Gordon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lightning Bolt,
PIL,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Urselle,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skarface,
Masters at Work,
the Fania All-Stars,
Davy DMX,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Los Fastidios,
Section 25,
Duran Duran,
Morten Harket,
Darondo,
Khruangbin,
Black Sheep,
Nation of Ulysses,
Supertramp,
Easy Going,
L. Decosne,
Essential Logic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cosmic Jokers,
Archie Shepp,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
T.S.O.L.,
Graham Central Station,
The Saints,
Model 500,
the Association,
Oblivians,
Agent Orange,
Loose Ends,
Ultra Naté,
LL Cool J,
The Techniques,
Kaleidoscope,
Grauzone,
Rites of Spring,
Fatback Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Last Poets,
The Stooges,
Colin Newman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
MC5,
The Smiths,
Nick Fraelich,
The Moody Blues,
Trumans Water,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dark Day,
New York Dolls,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.