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 Nauru 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 David Axelrod to the dance 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Heaven 17,
Jacob Miller,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Anakelly,
Wings,
Liliput,
Gang of Four,
New Order,
Pantytec,
The Smoke,
Tropical Tobacco,
Donald Byrd,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Connie Case,
Henry Cow,
The Fugs,
Black Sheep,
Rufus Thomas,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Blues Magoos,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
MC5,
Arthur Verocai,
Stiv Bators,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Residents,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marine Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
The Divine Comedy,
Dawn Penn,
Radio Birdman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott Heron,
B.T. Express,
Drexciya,
Sex Pistols,
John Lydon,
Sister Nancy,
Robert Wyatt,
Piero Umiliani,
Tim Buckley,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Radiohead,
Blossom Toes,
Max Romeo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jawbox,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joey Negro,
LL Cool J,
Lindisfarne,
Todd Terry,
Morten Harket,
Soft Cell,
Glenn Branca,
Sarah Menescal,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Avey Tare,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.