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 Paraguay and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the funk 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Donny Hathaway,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Dirtbombs,
Scott Walker,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joe Smooth,
The Vogues,
Jandek,
Arthur Verocai,
The Remains,
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter & Gordon,
Toni Rubio,
Electric Prunes,
Pagans,
The Walker Brothers,
Scrapy,
The Offenders,
cv313,
The Blackbyrds,
Popol Vuh,
the Swans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cluster,
Intrusion,
The Slackers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joyce Sims,
Agent Orange,
Man Parrish,
Faust,
Bootsy Collins,
Patti Smith,
U.S. Maple,
Newcleus,
Sixth Finger,
June Days,
The American Breed,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Von Mondo,
Tomorrow,
Pulsallama,
Nik Kershaw,
Todd Terry,
Dave Gahan,
Minutemen,
Tears for Fears,
Nas,
Donald Byrd,
Tom Boy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Flipper,
Ultra Naté,
Quantec,
Judy Mowatt,
Alton Ellis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Blake Baxter,
Pole,
Aloha Tigers,
the Normal,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.