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 Malawi and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Magma to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Byrd,
The Durutti Column,
Ossler,
Quantec,
FM Einheit,
The Cramps,
Gichy Dan,
Sparks,
Skarface,
Pierre Henry,
Crooked Eye,
Lyres,
Amon Düül II,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eric Dolphy,
Bluetip,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Slits,
June of 44,
CMW,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ten City,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Piero Umiliani,
Derrick May,
Mission of Burma,
Bronski Beat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Silicon Teens,
Arthur Verocai,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Make Up,
Japan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Neon Judgement,
Brick,
Lalo Schifrin,
Curtis Mayfield,
X-102,
Tommy Roe,
Anthony Braxton,
Matthew Halsall,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
China Crisis,
Joe Finger,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Bananas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ice-T,
Gong,
Heaven 17,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kevin Saunderson,
Unwound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deadbeat,
Sarah Menescal,
Fela Kuti,
Iggy Pop,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.