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 Thailand and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Erykah Badu to the grunge 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Kayak,
Sonic Youth,
Nico,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Peter and Kerry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pagans,
X-Ray Spex,
Bush Tetras,
ABBA,
Saccharine Trust,
The Real Kids,
Cluster,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fugs,
Sandy B,
Todd Terry,
The Human League,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Remains,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeff Mills,
Masters at Work,
James White and The Blacks,
a-ha,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kerri Chandler,
Ornette Coleman,
The Monochrome Set,
Yazoo,
Deakin,
New Order,
Gabor Szabo,
Jandek,
MDC,
Joy Division,
Pole,
The Zeros,
Unwound,
Tubeway Army,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tom Boy,
Bill Near,
OOIOO,
Babytalk,
Black Flag,
Charles Mingus,
Godley & Creme,
Ultravox,
Lower 48,
The Skatalites,
Derrick Morgan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alton Ellis,
Desert Stars,
Slick Rick,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Durutti Column,
R.M.O.,
Gong,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.