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 Poland and from Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 June Days to the disco 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
H. Thieme,
Godley & Creme,
Slave,
the Human League,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gap Band,
Mr. Review,
Lindisfarne,
Ornette Coleman,
Little Man,
The Knickerbockers,
Saccharine Trust,
The Velvet Underground,
The Beau Brummels,
Sixth Finger,
The Black Dice,
Blancmange,
Bill Wells,
Ituana,
The Fortunes,
One Last Wish,
The Trojans,
Q65,
Piero Umiliani,
UT,
Fad Gadget,
Judy Mowatt,
Byron Stingily,
Gang Green,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Supertramp,
Ten City,
The Smoke,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bluetip,
K-Klass,
The American Breed,
Procol Harum,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Technova,
Ultimate Spinach,
Blossom Toes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Durutti Column,
Q and Not U,
John Lydon,
Inner City,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ohio Players,
Unwound,
Gabor Szabo,
The Index,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Franke,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Urselle,
The Cramps,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.