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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 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 The Techniques to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Vainqueur,
Bob Dylan,
Eden Ahbez,
Das Ding,
Dark Day,
Tears for Fears,
Fugazi,
Harry Pussy,
The Shadows of Knight,
CMW,
48th St. Collective,
The Velvet Underground,
Wasted Youth,
Wally Richardson,
cv313,
Terrestrial Tones,
Excepter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yaz,
Nick Fraelich,
Dual Sessions,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pantaleimon,
Black Pus,
Black Flag,
Nico,
Youth Brigade,
The Divine Comedy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hashim,
ABC,
the Slits,
OOIOO,
Gichy Dan,
Minnie Riperton,
Yellowson,
Gang Starr,
Jandek,
Black Moon,
Henry Cow,
Livin' Joy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Delta 5,
Faraquet,
Peter & Gordon,
Warren Ellis,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gun Club,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Cale,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Blossom Toes,
Idris Muhammad,
Little Man,
Letta Mbulu,
The Buckinghams,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eve St. Jones,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.