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 Sudan and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Arcadia,
Eden Ahbez,
Dual Sessions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Moby Grape,
Fugazi,
Gregory Isaacs,
Country Teasers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Unrelated Segments,
Delon & Dalcan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boredoms,
Reagan Youth,
Cymande,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Dave Clark Five,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ossler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aswad,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
June of 44,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DJ Style,
Crime,
Hoover,
June Days,
ABBA,
Moss Icon,
the Association,
Nas,
Khruangbin,
Lalann,
Monolake,
The Residents,
Television,
Funky Four + One,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Raincoats,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Shoche,
Circle Jerks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Foxx,
Panda Bear,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Camouflage,
Soft Cell,
Slave,
Black Pus,
Ponytail,
Rufus Thomas,
Animal Collective,
Average White Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Avey Tare,
Cluster,
Bad Manners,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.