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 Cyprus and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the crunk 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Nirvana,
The Skatalites,
Black Moon,
Moss Icon,
Eric Dolphy,
China Crisis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
FM Einheit,
Quadrant,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Heaven 17,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pole,
Cal Tjader,
The Saints,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Depeche Mode,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fear,
Slick Rick,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fuzztones,
Television,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Byron Stingily,
Maleditus Sound,
Scott Walker,
Guru Guru,
Clear Light,
Barrington Levy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Electric Prunes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yazoo,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Black Dice,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Livin' Joy,
Ten City,
Kenny Larkin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sound,
Ronan,
Susan Cadogan,
Ornette Coleman,
Bill Near,
Albert Ayler,
Qualms,
X-101,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kurtis Blow,
Animal Collective,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Main Source,
Matthew Bourne,
Q65,
Slave,
The United States of America,
MDC,
H. Thieme,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.