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 Swaziland and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Mad Mike,
Lungfish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Invisible,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wolf Eyes,
Sixth Finger,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Unrelated Segments,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Newcleus,
Absolute Body Control,
Monks,
Technova,
Shuggie Otis,
Piero Umiliani,
FM Einheit,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cure,
The Fire Engines,
The Birthday Party,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Royal Trux,
The Names,
OOIOO,
Smog,
Pantaleimon,
Anthony Braxton,
Swell Maps,
Brand Nubian,
The Monochrome Set,
Sex Pistols,
Minor Threat,
Lightning Bolt,
DNA,
Josef K,
the Normal,
Gerry Rafferty,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bronski Beat,
X-Ray Spex,
The Beau Brummels,
Iggy Pop,
These Immortal Souls,
The Saints,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Cale,
Swans,
Minutemen,
Letta Mbulu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Zero Boys,
DJ Style,
The Walker Brothers,
June Days,
Fear,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.