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 Morocco and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Glambeats Corp. to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The New Christs,
Blossom Toes,
Al Stewart,
China Crisis,
KRS-One,
DJ Style,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lightning Bolt,
The Associates,
Terry Callier,
The Stooges,
Angry Samoans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scott Walker,
The Durutti Column,
Black Moon,
Deepchord,
Television Personalities,
Clear Light,
Robert Wyatt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Organ,
The Cramps,
Mr. Review,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Fania All-Stars,
June Days,
Mary Jane Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gun Club,
Cal Tjader,
The Mojo Men,
Khruangbin,
Banda Bassotti,
Parry Music,
Procol Harum,
Pantytec,
Easy Going,
World's Most,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Misunderstood,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fear,
Masters at Work,
Althea and Donna,
Scan 7,
Gabor Szabo,
Scrapy,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Star Department,
June of 44,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Q65,
Matthew Halsall,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.