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 Calgary.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Swans to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Josef K,
Laurel Aitken,
Funkadelic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gladiators,
Masters at Work,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Talk Talk,
Isaac Hayes,
Angry Samoans,
Sound Behaviour,
LL Cool J,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Colin Newman,
Minor Threat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aloha Tigers,
Michelle Simonal,
Matthew Bourne,
Underground Resistance,
Television,
Mission of Burma,
The Motions,
The Remains,
Public Image Ltd.,
Television Personalities,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marvin Gaye,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kool Moe Dee,
Au Pairs,
Mandrill,
The Busters,
The Slits,
The Human League,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Organ,
Marc Almond,
Donald Byrd,
The Moleskins,
The Evens,
Judy Mowatt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Toni Rubio,
ABC,
David McCallum,
Pulsallama,
Pere Ubu,
Liliput,
Buzzcocks,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Christie,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Amon Düül II,
Groovy Waters,
The Victims,
Sex Pistols,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.