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 Malaysia and from Houston.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Infiniti to the electroclash 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Hashim,
Fad Gadget,
Rites of Spring,
Television Personalities,
Cheater Slicks,
Chris & Cosey,
Dead Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
John Foxx,
The Trojans,
Bang On A Can,
PIL,
The Black Dice,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Cale,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Skriet,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Slits,
A Certain Ratio,
Joey Negro,
The Pop Group,
Freddie Wadling,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
New Order,
Oblivians,
Television,
Pussy Galore,
Barclay James Harvest,
Glenn Branca,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DJ Sneak,
K-Klass,
Sun City Girls,
Magma,
T. Rex,
Amon Düül,
Underground Resistance,
Bill Wells,
DJ Style,
Arab on Radar,
June Days,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barrington Levy,
Faust,
Nick Fraelich,
Funky Four + One,
Andrew Hill,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bush Tetras,
Jawbox,
Patti Smith,
The Slackers,
The Doors,
The Standells,
Metal Thangz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Banda Bassotti,
Mad Mike,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.