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 Latvia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 Zero Boys to the funk 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Music Machine,
Quando Quango,
The Remains,
Radiopuhelimet,
Iggy Pop,
Jawbox,
The Raincoats,
Kerri Chandler,
Barry Ungar,
Public Enemy,
Banda Bassotti,
The Pop Group,
Popol Vuh,
The Flesh Eaters,
Whodini,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Reagan Youth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ten City,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Funkadelic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Laurel Aitken,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Byron Stingily,
The Selecter,
Chrome,
Panda Bear,
Robert Görl,
Joyce Sims,
The Gun Club,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jacob Miller,
Scientists,
Swans,
Groovy Waters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Funky Four + One,
Sex Pistols,
CMW,
Wire,
Royal Trux,
a-ha,
Kaleidoscope,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Agitation Free,
Terry Callier,
Livin' Joy,
Smog,
Urselle,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Christie,
The Angels of Light,
Amon Düül,
Moebius,
The Beau Brummels,
Minor Threat,
The Velvet Underground,
Silicon Teens,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.