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 Qatar and from Shanghai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Rapeman to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Colin Newman,
Yusef Lateef,
Pole,
Delta 5,
The Music Machine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
A Certain Ratio,
the Soft Cell,
Sixth Finger,
UT,
Bobby Byrd,
Stetsasonic,
Juan Atkins,
OOIOO,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soulsonic Force,
Girls At Our Best!,
Moby Grape,
Groovy Waters,
The Tremeloes,
Newcleus,
Ornette Coleman,
Brass Construction,
Television Personalities,
LL Cool J,
The Gories,
Marc Almond,
Mo-Dettes,
Crime,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cure,
China Crisis,
Howard Jones,
Qualms,
Bluetip,
Arcadia,
Khruangbin,
the Human League,
The Fugs,
Don Cherry,
Byron Stingily,
Yellowson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Albert Ayler,
Pierre Henry,
Japan,
Glenn Branca,
Ralphi Rosario,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jawbox,
Faust,
Royal Trux,
Aaron Thompson,
Man Parrish,
Skarface,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
June of 44,
Bob Dylan,
Soft Cell,
Nico,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.