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 Uzbekistan and from Portland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Stockholm Monsters to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Kevin Saunderson,
T.S.O.L.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Johnny Clarke,
Camouflage,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Womack,
Marmalade,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
The Blues Magoos,
Avey Tare,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bush Tetras,
These Immortal Souls,
Jandek,
Porter Ricks,
Slave,
Amazonics,
Isaac Hayes,
Barclay James Harvest,
OOIOO,
The Music Machine,
Byron Stingily,
The Angels of Light,
F. McDonald,
Kerri Chandler,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kayak,
Man Parrish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun Ra,
the Human League,
Simply Red,
the Slits,
Black Pus,
The New Christs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Dirtbombs,
Guru Guru,
Gong,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grauzone,
Zero Boys,
The Skatalites,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Al Stewart,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bob Dylan,
Malaria!,
Los Fastidios,
The Detroit Cobras,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pere Ubu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
PIL,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.