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 Japan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet 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 Crooked Eye to the punk 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
The Black Dice,
OOIOO,
Rufus Thomas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Colin Newman,
Erykah Badu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lebanon Hanover,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Dave Clark Five,
Average White Band,
Pere Ubu,
X-101,
R.M.O.,
Echospace,
Organ,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Underground Resistance,
Excepter,
The Cramps,
Fad Gadget,
The Zeros,
Throbbing Gristle,
Circle Jerks,
Sex Pistols,
Surgeon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Au Pairs,
Roxy Music,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arthur Verocai,
The United States of America,
the Swans,
Bauhaus,
Eric B and Rakim,
DJ Sneak,
Minutemen,
DJ Style,
Silicon Teens,
Fat Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
EPMD,
Warren Ellis,
Franke,
The Index,
Roger Hodgson,
The Techniques,
Los Fastidios,
Mission of Burma,
Chris & Cosey,
Tommy Roe,
Nirvana,
The Standells,
UT,
AZ,
Archie Shepp,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.