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 Nicaragua and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Amon Düül II to the disco 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Saccharine Trust,
Archie Shepp,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gories,
Godley & Creme,
Visage,
Drexciya,
Byron Stingily,
Moss Icon,
The J.B.'s,
Sixth Finger,
The Fire Engines,
Soft Cell,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fugs,
Glenn Branca,
cv313,
X-102,
The Associates,
The Cure,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Christie,
The Five Americans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Liliput,
The Kinks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultimate Spinach,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Blake Baxter,
Cymande,
The Walker Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Wake,
Derrick Morgan,
Brothers Johnson,
Rufus Thomas,
Q and Not U,
Main Source,
The Alarm Clocks,
Leonard Cohen,
JFA,
Electric Prunes,
The Techniques,
The Monks,
Spoonie Gee,
These Immortal Souls,
Minny Pops,
Dave Gahan,
The Litter,
Groovy Waters,
Delta 5,
Alice Coltrane,
Faraquet,
Scientists,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soul II Soul,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.