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 Uganda and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
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 güiro 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 Birthday Party to the punk 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soulsonic Force,
Chris & Cosey,
The Count Five,
Half Japanese,
The Human League,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Quantec,
Mandrill,
H. Thieme,
Derrick Morgan,
Brand Nubian,
Gregory Isaacs,
Moss Icon,
Aaron Thompson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joy Division,
The Searchers,
KRS-One,
Supertramp,
Duran Duran,
The Doobie Brothers,
Arab on Radar,
Sun City Girls,
Godley & Creme,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Womack,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soft Cell,
Make Up,
Outsiders,
Roger Hodgson,
Fugazi,
Motorama,
Matthew Bourne,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Saints,
Intrusion,
Reuben Wilson,
Cheater Slicks,
Isaac Hayes,
Popol Vuh,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Robert Hood,
Dennis Brown,
Bill Wells,
Bob Dylan,
The American Breed,
Camouflage,
Blancmange,
Swans,
In Retrospect,
Cameo,
Henry Cow,
Lower 48,
David Axelrod,
Graham Central Station,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.