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 Czech Republic and from London.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Barry Ungar,
Kaleidoscope,
Roger Hodgson,
MC5,
Wings,
Alice Coltrane,
EPMD,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Q and Not U,
Tropical Tobacco,
Neu!,
Bill Wells,
Bush Tetras,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cowsills,
Blancmange,
Goldenarms,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dennis Brown,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Funky Four + One,
John Lydon,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Wyatt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Unrelated Segments,
Bill Near,
The Offenders,
Maleditus Sound,
Loose Ends,
Sun City Girls,
Jacob Miller,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pole,
Dawn Penn,
Al Stewart,
The Cure,
the Sonics,
Royal Trux,
E-Dancer,
DJ Sneak,
Hashim,
the Bar-Kays,
China Crisis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Interpol,
The Kinks,
Procol Harum,
Hardrive,
DNA,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gun Club,
Soul Sonic Force,
Easy Going,
Television,
Steve Hackett,
Man Parrish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Coltrane,
The Gories,
Technova,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.