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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Madrid.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Association to the funk 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
The Flesh Eaters,
OOIOO,
Warsaw,
Scan 7,
Ossler,
Television,
The Victims,
Don Cherry,
The Pretty Things,
Shuggie Otis,
The Velvet Underground,
Roxette,
Morten Harket,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bush Tetras,
Organ,
Country Teasers,
The Cure,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Average White Band,
Kas Product,
Glambeats Corp.,
Robert Wyatt,
Gichy Dan,
Ornette Coleman,
Qualms,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aural Exciters,
Icehouse,
Aloha Tigers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Carl Craig,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dennis Brown,
Lebanon Hanover,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Slits,
Eve St. Jones,
Von Mondo,
The Last Poets,
Lalann,
Joyce Sims,
The Blackbyrds,
Au Pairs,
Dark Day,
Mars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Names,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Womack,
The Residents,
The Black Dice,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rod Modell,
The Standells,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.