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 Mexico 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Kinks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
cv313,
The Selecter,
Stockholm Monsters,
David Bowie,
Roxette,
Morten Harket,
Ken Boothe,
Erasure,
Youth Brigade,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Moon,
D'Angelo,
Royal Trux,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ten City,
Chris & Cosey,
Curtis Mayfield,
Charles Mingus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
James White and The Blacks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sarah Menescal,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Sonics,
Faraquet,
Half Japanese,
Sister Nancy,
The Standells,
The J.B.'s,
Danielle Patucci,
The Saints,
Barry Ungar,
Maurizio,
Al Stewart,
Mad Mike,
10cc,
Pulsallama,
Subhumans,
Nirvana,
The Flesh Eaters,
Harry Pussy,
Clear Light,
Cecil Taylor,
Pierre Henry,
Flash Fearless,
La Düsseldorf,
Nico,
H. Thieme,
T. Rex,
Marc Almond,
Cluster,
The United States of America,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Todd Rundgren,
Tears for Fears,
The Dirtbombs,
John Foxx,
Masters at Work,
Zero Boys,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.