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 Mali and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 güiro 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 Scion to the grunge 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Sugar Minott,
The Buckinghams,
The Slits,
The Evens,
Lalo Schifrin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rakim,
Japan,
Stetsasonic,
Aaron Thompson,
Skriet,
R.M.O.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Smiths,
Quantec,
Oblivians,
Qualms,
Connie Case,
ABBA,
La Düsseldorf,
Harmonia,
The Monks,
Ultra Naté,
Second Layer,
John Holt,
Idris Muhammad,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gong,
Jeff Lynne,
Hasil Adkins,
The Moleskins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Funkadelic,
Andrew Hill,
PIL,
Yellowson,
Lucky Dragons,
Boz Scaggs,
Lungfish,
Organ,
Bob Dylan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Seeds,
Alphaville,
cv313,
F. McDonald,
Flipper,
X-Ray Spex,
Can,
Nirvana,
Matthew Halsall,
Harry Pussy,
Pussy Galore,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Das Ding,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joe Finger,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kayak,
48th St. Collective,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.