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 Gabon and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Franke to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Flag,
Crispian St. Peters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Junior Murvin,
The Divine Comedy,
Rotary Connection,
Yazoo,
The Stooges,
The Electric Prunes,
The Raincoats,
Donald Byrd,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Kinks,
Gang Green,
The Dirtbombs,
the Swans,
Crooked Eye,
Nick Fraelich,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Infiniti,
Gang of Four,
Motorama,
Minnie Riperton,
the Bar-Kays,
Jerry's Kids,
Pagans,
Skarface,
B.T. Express,
Hasil Adkins,
Grey Daturas,
The Standells,
Barrington Levy,
KRS-One,
Mad Mike,
The Grass Roots,
Whodini,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Electric Prunes,
Television,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Coltrane,
Dennis Brown,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brick,
X-101,
The Happenings,
The Gladiators,
DJ Style,
Radiohead,
Sonic Youth,
Supertramp,
Technova,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Al Stewart,
Wire,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Seeds,
the Sonics,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.