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 Cape Verde and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Maleditus Sound to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Minutemen,
The Vogues,
Sex Pistols,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultravox,
Goldenarms,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Arab on Radar,
Dual Sessions,
Rod Modell,
Sällskapet,
Warsaw,
Ludus,
Alice Coltrane,
Reuben Wilson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
Excepter,
Skaos,
The Grass Roots,
The Standells,
Sly & The Family Stone,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Basic Channel,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Johnny Clarke,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Leonard Cohen,
Lightning Bolt,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wolf Eyes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sarah Menescal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lyres,
Fat Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hashim,
The Durutti Column,
Andrew Hill,
the Bar-Kays,
Audionom,
Banda Bassotti,
Maurizio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jacques Brel,
Magma,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Womack,
Organ,
Liliput,
Hoover,
Bauhaus,
Cheater Slicks,
Slick Rick,
Average White Band,
Roxette,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.