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 Liechtenstein and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fortunes,
EPMD,
Warsaw,
Cheater Slicks,
The Invisible,
In Retrospect,
X-Ray Spex,
Aural Exciters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Maleditus Sound,
Qualms,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grey Daturas,
D'Angelo,
the Soft Cell,
June Days,
The Music Machine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Germs,
Boredoms,
Joey Negro,
Brass Construction,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gregory Isaacs,
Faust,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Funky Four + One,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Unwound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Japan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Excepter,
The Pretty Things,
The Martian,
The Motions,
Khruangbin,
Hashim,
Nico,
B.T. Express,
Faraquet,
Derrick Morgan,
Youth Brigade,
Eric Dolphy,
Ossler,
The Sound,
Henry Cow,
Dennis Brown,
Gang Green,
The Star Department,
Pantytec,
Gil Scott Heron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Surgeon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Con Funk Shun,
David Axelrod,
Curtis Mayfield,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.