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 Tajikistan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 X-101 to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Lalann,
The Offenders,
Fad Gadget,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wally Richardson,
Massinfluence,
The Walker Brothers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kayak,
Lyres,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Misunderstood,
Jacob Miller,
Andrew Hill,
Janne Schatter,
Kurtis Blow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Black Dice,
Flash Fearless,
The Kinks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Martian,
Slave,
Terry Callier,
Bluetip,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Funky Four + One,
Isaac Hayes,
Magma,
The Selecter,
Pussy Galore,
Underground Resistance,
Yaz,
Chrome,
Eli Mardock,
the Germs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mr. Review,
The Associates,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
MDC,
Roxy Music,
Cluster,
Silicon Teens,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aswad,
Joe Smooth,
Wasted Youth,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Red Krayola,
Ultravox,
John Cale,
AZ,
Neu!,
Althea and Donna,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Moss Icon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.