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 Romania and from Edmonton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Das Ding to the electroclash 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Quando Quango,
Marine Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Visage,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gichy Dan,
Chris & Cosey,
Lightning Bolt,
Sonny Sharrock,
U.S. Maple,
Chris Corsano,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yazoo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Albert Ayler,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Thee Headcoats,
Traffic Nightmare,
Skaos,
Alice Coltrane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang Green,
Jerry's Kids,
The Modern Lovers,
Neil Young,
Jacob Miller,
Marcia Griffiths,
Toni Rubio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
AZ,
Metal Thangz,
Audionom,
DNA,
The Searchers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marc Almond,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Delta 5,
The Last Poets,
Alton Ellis,
The Black Dice,
Buzzcocks,
Brick,
OOIOO,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tomorrow,
Rekid,
Erykah Badu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Moon,
Sister Nancy,
Siglo XX,
Bang On A Can,
Schoolly D,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Connie Case,
Reuben Wilson,
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.