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 Tanzania and from London.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Hot Snakes to the techno 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Letta Mbulu,
The Saints,
New York Dolls,
Al Stewart,
Minnie Riperton,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lungfish,
Matthew Halsall,
Flamin' Groovies,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Techniques,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minor Threat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pulsallama,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Leonard Cohen,
Pole,
The Names,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Stooges,
The Victims,
Hoover,
John Coltrane,
Altered Images,
The Pretty Things,
Ultimate Spinach,
10cc,
Theoretical Girls,
Country Teasers,
Underground Resistance,
New Order,
The Modern Lovers,
The Blackbyrds,
Jandek,
the Association,
Bobby Sherman,
The Move,
Mandrill,
Television Personalities,
Delta 5,
Quadrant,
Robert Görl,
The Happenings,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Parry Music,
Arcadia,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gories,
Wasted Youth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Livin' Joy,
Royal Trux,
Fear,
Sexual Harrassment,
Funkadelic,
Marine Girls,
Stereo Dub,
June of 44,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.