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 Venezuela and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the punk 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Absolute Body Control,
Terry Callier,
The American Breed,
The Motions,
Matthew Halsall,
The Birthday Party,
Joe Finger,
Marc Almond,
Mars,
Q65,
Wings,
Sister Nancy,
The Kinks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hasil Adkins,
Erasure,
Masters at Work,
Junior Murvin,
The Move,
Bang On A Can,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fluxion,
The United States of America,
the Human League,
Pantaleimon,
Jawbox,
Popol Vuh,
The Busters,
Bobby Sherman,
Accadde A,
Can,
The Cure,
Crash Course in Science,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Saints,
Von Mondo,
The Index,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Peter & Gordon,
DJ Sneak,
Rufus Thomas,
This Heat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sight & Sound,
Urselle,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Johnny Clarke,
Dead Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
Easy Going,
Ponytail,
Arab on Radar,
The Gap Band,
Colin Newman,
Lindisfarne,
Swans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.