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 Rwanda 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Smiths to the crunk 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Flesh Eaters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Smoke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Byron Stingily,
Wolf Eyes,
Depeche Mode,
kango's stein massive,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mo-Dettes,
Aloha Tigers,
Fatback Band,
The Fuzztones,
Youth Brigade,
Popol Vuh,
The Human League,
Roy Ayers,
Interpol,
Sparks,
the Swans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stereo Dub,
Girls At Our Best!,
Quadrant,
Urselle,
Morten Harket,
Echospace,
the Normal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Agitation Free,
Audionom,
Radiopuhelimet,
Anakelly,
Sällskapet,
Tres Demented,
Jacob Miller,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultimate Spinach,
Max Romeo,
Idris Muhammad,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sarah Menescal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Average White Band,
One Last Wish,
Harry Pussy,
Crime,
Lee Hazlewood,
Judy Mowatt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Pretty Things,
Tommy Roe,
Rites of Spring,
Bang On A Can,
Eddi Front,
The Birthday Party,
Lungfish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Con Funk Shun,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.