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 Marshall Islands and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Smog to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Procol Harum,
Supertramp,
Blancmange,
Pantaleimon,
Country Teasers,
H. Thieme,
Bill Wells,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Selecter,
ABBA,
the Normal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Sonics,
OOIOO,
X-101,
The New Christs,
Severed Heads,
Fela Kuti,
Prince Buster,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stiv Bators,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barbara Tucker,
Pylon,
Grauzone,
Youth Brigade,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joensuu 1685,
Freddie Wadling,
Alton Ellis,
Rosa Yemen,
Reagan Youth,
Monolake,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nils Olav,
Moby Grape,
The Victims,
Matthew Bourne,
Avey Tare,
Tommy Roe,
MC5,
The Wake,
The Motions,
Surgeon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tres Demented,
kango's stein massive,
Anakelly,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Walker Brothers,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Remains,
Lebanon Hanover,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eurythmics,
Organ,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.