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 Samoa and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the grime 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Barracudas,
Tres Demented,
China Crisis,
Visage,
Urselle,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sight & Sound,
The Mojo Men,
Smog,
the Normal,
Liliput,
Hashim,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jandek,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Birthday Party,
Sex Pistols,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marvin Gaye,
The Martian,
Hoover,
Surgeon,
Faust,
Cal Tjader,
Gerry Rafferty,
Zapp,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crooked Eye,
Eurythmics,
Sällskapet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Misunderstood,
Jerry's Kids,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
10cc,
Alison Limerick,
the Germs,
Scott Walker,
Bauhaus,
Darondo,
Excepter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Smiths,
Leonard Cohen,
Average White Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Chris Corsano,
Bad Manners,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Desert Stars,
Robert Wyatt,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.