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 Maldives and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin 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 rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Amon Düül,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Section 25,
Motorama,
Sun City Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mark Hollis,
David Bowie,
Circle Jerks,
Au Pairs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hashim,
Steve Hackett,
Trumans Water,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Technova,
Simply Red,
The Slits,
Bill Wells,
Michelle Simonal,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mad Mike,
Theoretical Girls,
Harmonia,
Malaria!,
Bootsy Collins,
Monolake,
The Residents,
Ohio Players,
Hoover,
Bluetip,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Toni Rubio,
Pantytec,
Rotary Connection,
The Golliwogs,
Sun Ra,
Marc Almond,
The Neon Judgement,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Peter & Gordon,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cure,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amazonics,
Accadde A,
Jeff Mills,
Jesper Dahlback,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Arcadia,
Eddi Front,
Jandek,
UT,
Radio Birdman,
Neu!,
Surgeon,
A Certain Ratio,
Matthew Halsall,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.