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 Burkina and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Aural Exciters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Make Up,
The Victims,
The Techniques,
cv313,
X-102,
Public Enemy,
Kayak,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Max Romeo,
Arcadia,
Buzzcocks,
Junior Murvin,
Radio Birdman,
Procol Harum,
Schoolly D,
Excepter,
The Litter,
Quadrant,
DNA,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soul II Soul,
Black Moon,
Masters at Work,
The Cramps,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cybotron,
Barry Ungar,
F. McDonald,
Slave,
Donny Hathaway,
Swell Maps,
Dark Day,
The Move,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Y Pants,
Terrestrial Tones,
Saccharine Trust,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-Ray Spex,
Brothers Johnson,
Minny Pops,
Joe Smooth,
Eric Copeland,
Das Ding,
FM Einheit,
Man Parrish,
John Foxx,
Mr. Review,
The Pretty Things,
Marmalade,
Lalann,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun City Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Josef K,
Graham Central Station,
Jandek,
The Fugs,
Accadde A,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.