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 Hungary and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Harpers Bizarre to the dance 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Cymande,
Essential Logic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
F. McDonald,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Skarface,
Popol Vuh,
The Evens,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Christie,
the Association,
The Durutti Column,
Ohio Players,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dark Day,
The Human League,
The Fire Engines,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
James White and The Blacks,
The Tremeloes,
Funky Four + One,
Bill Wells,
X-102,
World's Most,
Patti Smith,
Suicide,
Sällskapet,
Iggy Pop,
Minutemen,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jandek,
Outsiders,
Quantec,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gun Club,
8 Eyed Spy,
Janne Schatter,
Livin' Joy,
Mr. Review,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Motions,
Rapeman,
Soft Cell,
the Human League,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fluxion,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minor Threat,
The Monks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wasted Youth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jeru the Damaja,
New Order,
Skaos,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Audionom,
Ituana,
Gichy Dan,
Black Sheep,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.