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 Namibia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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-Ray Spex 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Icehouse,
Black Sheep,
Oneida,
Juan Atkins,
Mark Hollis,
Pere Ubu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jeff Mills,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ronnie Foster,
48th St. Collective,
Electric Prunes,
10cc,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fortunes,
The Saints,
the Normal,
Goldenarms,
New Order,
The Standells,
Soul II Soul,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Youth Brigade,
The Pop Group,
Al Stewart,
Oblivians,
Peter & Gordon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Offenders,
Guru Guru,
Sun Ra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Groovy Waters,
Isaac Hayes,
Amon Düül II,
June of 44,
Magazine,
Little Man,
Dawn Penn,
Royal Trux,
Lebanon Hanover,
Angry Samoans,
Young Marble Giants,
MC5,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barry Ungar,
David McCallum,
Aural Exciters,
Reagan Youth,
Joensuu 1685,
The Remains,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soulsonic Force,
A Certain Ratio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roger Hodgson,
Darondo,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.