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 Argentina and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 Kevin Saunderson to the grime 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Knickerbockers,
A Certain Ratio,
Zero Boys,
The Star Department,
The Sonics,
These Immortal Souls,
Newcleus,
10cc,
48th St. Collective,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Modern Lovers,
Leonard Cohen,
Technova,
Barbara Tucker,
Godley & Creme,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eric Copeland,
Interpol,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alton Ellis,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Flag,
Circle Jerks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Idris Muhammad,
The J.B.'s,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Christie,
Qualms,
Second Layer,
Underground Resistance,
Neil Young,
The Beau Brummels,
Cluster,
The Moleskins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Sherman,
Suburban Knight,
Neu!,
The Human League,
Youth Brigade,
Avey Tare,
June Days,
The Shadows of Knight,
a-ha,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kaleidoscope,
the Swans,
Tubeway Army,
The Motions,
Harmonia,
Brass Construction,
Lucky Dragons,
The Raincoats,
Organ,
Wings,
Sound Behaviour,
Metal Thangz,
Mark Hollis,
Moss Icon,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.