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 Lesotho and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
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 harpsichord 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lungfish,
Stetsasonic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Accadde A,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Patti Smith,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Easy Going,
The Stooges,
Anthony Braxton,
JFA,
Hardrive,
Nirvana,
Robert Hood,
Flipper,
Gastr Del Sol,
Inner City,
Absolute Body Control,
The Count Five,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Supertramp,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Matthew Halsall,
Darondo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Warren Ellis,
The Mojo Men,
China Crisis,
Outsiders,
Silicon Teens,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gladiators,
Camberwell Now,
Index,
the Fania All-Stars,
Talk Talk,
DJ Sneak,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soft Cell,
The Divine Comedy,
Qualms,
X-102,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joey Negro,
Suicide,
One Last Wish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Godley & Creme,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Flag,
Laurel Aitken,
Visage,
The J.B.'s,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deepchord,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.