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 Switzerland and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Danielle Patucci to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Erasure,
Marcia Griffiths,
Circle Jerks,
Groovy Waters,
Minor Threat,
MC5,
Gil Scott Heron,
Essential Logic,
Magma,
Sonic Youth,
DJ Sneak,
Sun City Girls,
Faraquet,
Flash Fearless,
Little Man,
Make Up,
Amon Düül,
The Mojo Men,
Tears for Fears,
Junior Murvin,
Nils Olav,
Absolute Body Control,
The Moody Blues,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gregory Isaacs,
Reagan Youth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alphaville,
Joyce Sims,
Spandau Ballet,
Gong,
Charles Mingus,
Quantec,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soul II Soul,
Robert Görl,
Average White Band,
Heaven 17,
Ultra Naté,
Connie Case,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dead Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Green,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Man Parrish,
Barry Ungar,
Radiohead,
The Zeros,
Joe Smooth,
Minutemen,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sun Ra,
Al Stewart,
Mr. Review,
DNA,
The Busters,
Pere Ubu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.