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 Czech Republic and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Matthew Halsall to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
The Toasters,
Ultra Naté,
Barclay James Harvest,
Newcleus,
Monks,
Eve St. Jones,
Lalann,
The Seeds,
Minor Threat,
Rotary Connection,
Moebius,
Popol Vuh,
The Move,
Jeff Lynne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Angry Samoans,
The Monochrome Set,
Junior Murvin,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dual Sessions,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eli Mardock,
Hot Snakes,
Peter and Kerry,
The Skatalites,
Rites of Spring,
Yaz,
Essential Logic,
The Velvet Underground,
Clear Light,
Urselle,
Blake Baxter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
10cc,
James White and The Blacks,
The Durutti Column,
Joe Finger,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Procol Harum,
Swans,
The Black Dice,
The Fortunes,
Excepter,
Barry Ungar,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Connie Case,
The Selecter,
Dave Gahan,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Womack,
Althea and Donna,
Icehouse,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Arcadia,
The Vogues,
Yusef Lateef,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.