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 Georgia and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
the Sonics,
Bobby Sherman,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fugs,
Nas,
John Lydon,
Fear,
Rites of Spring,
Letta Mbulu,
Hasil Adkins,
Mr. Review,
Tubeway Army,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lightning Bolt,
The Dead C,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
New Age Steppers,
Gastr Del Sol,
MC5,
Animal Collective,
Gang Starr,
Bizarre Inc.,
Symarip,
Ituana,
Deadbeat,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tom Boy,
Warren Ellis,
The Divine Comedy,
Parry Music,
MDC,
Mad Mike,
New Order,
Make Up,
Faust,
The Techniques,
Pagans,
The Five Americans,
Scan 7,
Ronan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Guru Guru,
The Tremeloes,
Niagra,
Quantec,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Unwound,
Grey Daturas,
Surgeon,
Kerri Chandler,
Suburban Knight,
a-ha,
Public Enemy,
Camberwell Now,
Lebanon Hanover,
Laurel Aitken,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Albert Ayler,
Urselle,
Mission of Burma,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.