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 Guinea and from Columbus.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scott Walker to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Eddi Front,
Youth Brigade,
Sandy B,
Hashim,
Clear Light,
Ornette Coleman,
June of 44,
The Black Dice,
Robert Hood,
The Monochrome Set,
Suicide,
Joyce Sims,
James White and The Blacks,
Howard Jones,
Q65,
The Dead C,
X-102,
UT,
The Cowsills,
Schoolly D,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun Ra,
The Doors,
X-Ray Spex,
Whodini,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Leonard Cohen,
Iggy Pop,
Agent Orange,
Crime,
Dead Boys,
Desert Stars,
Peter and Kerry,
Accadde A,
H. Thieme,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Swans,
Slave,
Anakelly,
Sound Behaviour,
The Sonics,
Camberwell Now,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fela Kuti,
Ohio Players,
Eurythmics,
Kurtis Blow,
The Victims,
Fad Gadget,
Tubeway Army,
Kool Moe Dee,
Infiniti,
Maurizio,
Minor Threat,
Average White Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bad Manners,
Saccharine Trust,
Pantaleimon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.