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 Estonia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Lalann to the punk 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tommy Roe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bluetip,
The Moleskins,
Bob Dylan,
Toni Rubio,
John Coltrane,
Black Flag,
Ituana,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Arcadia,
Sugar Minott,
Kaleidoscope,
The Toasters,
The Monochrome Set,
B.T. Express,
Gang of Four,
Traffic Nightmare,
L. Decosne,
Sonic Youth,
Hasil Adkins,
Alice Coltrane,
Mo-Dettes,
Sun Ra,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gun Club,
Liliput,
Malaria!,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Groovy Waters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
kango's stein massive,
Pussy Galore,
Au Pairs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bush Tetras,
Sarah Menescal,
The Slackers,
Flash Fearless,
The Dirtbombs,
The Pop Group,
The United States of America,
Deadbeat,
Ossler,
Country Teasers,
Cybotron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Matthew Bourne,
Electric Prunes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camberwell Now,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Angry Samoans,
Rakim,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.