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 Norway and from Glasgow.
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 Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Kaleidoscope to the electroclash 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal 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 rap 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gories,
T.S.O.L.,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Birthday Party,
Scratch Acid,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Excepter,
Popol Vuh,
Simply Red,
Angry Samoans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Radiohead,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cowsills,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fad Gadget,
The Kinks,
Minor Threat,
Guru Guru,
Talk Talk,
AZ,
10cc,
These Immortal Souls,
Dawn Penn,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Womack,
a-ha,
Sun Ra,
The Tremeloes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Malaria!,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marvin Gaye,
Cecil Taylor,
Sonic Youth,
Juan Atkins,
Henry Cow,
The Wake,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Al Stewart,
JFA,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cure,
Blancmange,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wolf Eyes,
Zero Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
8 Eyed Spy,
X-102,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.