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 Philippines 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Flesh Eaters to the techno 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roxette,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Pus,
Connie Case,
Terry Callier,
Chris Corsano,
The Cramps,
Magazine,
Terrestrial Tones,
Essential Logic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Zapp,
The Standells,
Zero Boys,
David McCallum,
Whodini,
The Raincoats,
Skaos,
The Residents,
Y Pants,
Jacques Brel,
The Evens,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Schoolly D,
The Offenders,
Darondo,
Q65,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Skarface,
Don Cherry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Masters at Work,
Leonard Cohen,
Blossom Toes,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Swans,
Liliput,
The Mojo Men,
The Young Rascals,
Grandmaster Flash,
FM Einheit,
Sight & Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
Monks,
Gong,
A Certain Ratio,
Warren Ellis,
Circle Jerks,
Roxy Music,
Eve St. Jones,
The Index,
Vainqueur,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Henry Cow,
Al Stewart,
Motorama,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.