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 Bhutan and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Ossler to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
La Düsseldorf,
Eric Dolphy,
Excepter,
The Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
Reagan Youth,
Brand Nubian,
Terry Callier,
The Neon Judgement,
Al Stewart,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Moody Blues,
Royal Trux,
Tommy Roe,
Pet Shop Boys,
China Crisis,
Rapeman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Coltrane,
Zero Boys,
The Moleskins,
Albert Ayler,
Intrusion,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soft Machine,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fugs,
The Names,
Barrington Levy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sonic Youth,
Pole,
Radio Birdman,
DNA,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang Gang Dance,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Goldenarms,
Robert Wyatt,
Anthony Braxton,
Sixth Finger,
Public Image Ltd.,
Moss Icon,
Circle Jerks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Starr,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ice-T,
Prince Buster,
Loose Ends,
Severed Heads,
The Misunderstood,
Soulsonic Force,
X-101,
Charles Mingus,
Eve St. Jones,
the Bar-Kays,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.