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 Switzerland and from Jakarta.
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 Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 Excepter to the rock 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Pantytec,
Television Personalities,
Theoretical Girls,
Scrapy,
Little Man,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Prince Buster,
David McCallum,
Warren Ellis,
Tommy Roe,
The Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nas,
The Residents,
The Kinks,
Moebius,
Agent Orange,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Spoonie Gee,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cure,
Bootsy Collins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Vainqueur,
Public Enemy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Make Up,
L. Decosne,
Ultravox,
The Martian,
Faraquet,
La Düsseldorf,
Scan 7,
Ronnie Foster,
Bronski Beat,
Cybotron,
Gong,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rites of Spring,
Rotary Connection,
The Black Dice,
The Walker Brothers,
Pole,
Amon Düül II,
Jimmy McGriff,
Skarface,
The Golliwogs,
Desert Stars,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roxette,
Alison Limerick,
H. Thieme,
Isaac Hayes,
Wally Richardson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deepchord,
Oblivians,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Skatalites,
James White and The Blacks,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.