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 Venezuela and from Paris.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 Faust to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
the Bar-Kays,
In Retrospect,
Prince Buster,
Deakin,
Mantronix,
Robert Hood,
Lou Christie,
Erasure,
Wings,
The Five Americans,
Toni Rubio,
Hasil Adkins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neil Young,
Faraquet,
the Sonics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gichy Dan,
Ponytail,
The Doors,
Freddie Wadling,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Terry Callier,
The Cure,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mark Hollis,
Talk Talk,
Rufus Thomas,
The Pretty Things,
Bill Wells,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Shadows of Knight,
Amon Düül,
the Human League,
Eddi Front,
Main Source,
Stereo Dub,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Animal Collective,
Bizarre Inc.,
Vladislav Delay,
The Evens,
Japan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gun Club,
A Certain Ratio,
The Buckinghams,
Cal Tjader,
Iggy Pop,
R.M.O.,
Jawbox,
Sister Nancy,
Public Enemy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Offenders,
Ludus,
Circle Jerks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Janne Schatter,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.