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 Ireland 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Sonic Youth to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
L. Decosne,
John Lydon,
Thee Headcoats,
Magma,
X-101,
Slick Rick,
Reuben Wilson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Residents,
John Holt,
Hasil Adkins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dennis Brown,
Soft Machine,
Cymande,
Sister Nancy,
Brass Construction,
Au Pairs,
Don Cherry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Man Parrish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Desert Stars,
Sonic Youth,
Scion,
The Move,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wolf Eyes,
Scratch Acid,
LL Cool J,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yellowson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Prince Buster,
Boz Scaggs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marvin Gaye,
Hoover,
The Neon Judgement,
the Swans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Christie,
Rekid,
The Monochrome Set,
Warsaw,
Soulsonic Force,
Danielle Patucci,
Susan Cadogan,
New York Dolls,
Sound Behaviour,
Pantytec,
Soul II Soul,
Infiniti,
Matthew Bourne,
The Blues Magoos,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Misunderstood,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.