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 Lithuania and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 T. Rex to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Radiopuhelimet,
Franke,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Normal,
Jesper Dahlback,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Slits,
Boredoms,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Young Marble Giants,
The Black Dice,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gories,
Porter Ricks,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
Average White Band,
K-Klass,
Hasil Adkins,
Jandek,
Nick Fraelich,
Japan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
X-102,
Arab on Radar,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cybotron,
The Count Five,
The Move,
The Sound,
Electric Prunes,
Brand Nubian,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sandy B,
L. Decosne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Birthday Party,
Oblivians,
Sparks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cure,
Spandau Ballet,
Maurizio,
Man Parrish,
T. Rex,
Skriet,
Inner City,
Arcadia,
Saccharine Trust,
The Martian,
Sound Behaviour,
Peter & Gordon,
Charles Mingus,
Black Pus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bush Tetras,
Mr. Review,
Bauhaus,
Model 500,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.