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 Russia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sun Ra to the funk 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Prince Buster,
The Gun Club,
ABC,
The Blackbyrds,
a-ha,
The Red Krayola,
Underground Resistance,
Monolake,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deadbeat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Buzzcocks,
Urselle,
Silicon Teens,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Shuggie Otis,
Rites of Spring,
Laurel Aitken,
Vainqueur,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yaz,
The Mojo Men,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mission of Burma,
Alice Coltrane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Niagra,
Unrelated Segments,
Aural Exciters,
Spoonie Gee,
The Remains,
Smog,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minutemen,
Clear Light,
The New Christs,
Cameo,
Chris Corsano,
MDC,
Rod Modell,
The Associates,
Joensuu 1685,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Mummies,
D'Angelo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Darondo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Selecter,
Johnny Clarke,
Don Cherry,
Robert Görl,
New Order,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kurtis Blow,
Procol Harum,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
T.S.O.L.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sun City Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.