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 San Marino and from Beijing.
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 Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 Quando Quango to the rap 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Warsaw,
The Smiths,
Metal Thangz,
Bauhaus,
Nils Olav,
Stetsasonic,
EPMD,
Crash Course in Science,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alton Ellis,
Adolescents,
Byron Stingily,
Frankie Knuckles,
Amon Düül,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Hutcherson,
AZ,
Con Funk Shun,
Index,
Glenn Branca,
Pantaleimon,
Babytalk,
The Black Dice,
Ossler,
Throbbing Gristle,
Faust,
The Gap Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Royal Trux,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Soft Cell,
Fatback Band,
Roxy Music,
Carl Craig,
DNA,
Nirvana,
Scion,
Sun Ra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Shoche,
Niagra,
Unwound,
Trumans Water,
Barry Ungar,
Sugar Minott,
Hoover,
Michelle Simonal,
The Buckinghams,
Ice-T,
Silicon Teens,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed,
Kayak,
The Shadows of Knight,
Steve Hackett,
Tres Demented,
Ornette Coleman,
The Standells,
Boredoms,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.