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 Congo and from Taipei.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin 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 Gerry Rafferty to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Foxx,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Excepter,
Cecil Taylor,
Cluster,
Amon Düül II,
Public Enemy,
Scion,
Josef K,
K-Klass,
Peter & Gordon,
Dead Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Infiniti,
Animal Collective,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harry Pussy,
Gang of Four,
The Monochrome Set,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crooked Eye,
Tomorrow,
Janne Schatter,
Brass Construction,
Arthur Verocai,
Basic Channel,
Gastr Del Sol,
Q and Not U,
Henry Cow,
Circle Jerks,
Shuggie Otis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hoover,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeff Mills,
Maleditus Sound,
Darondo,
Procol Harum,
Talk Talk,
The Last Poets,
World's Most,
Buzzcocks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rakim,
Fatback Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fall,
Ituana,
The Names,
The Fortunes,
Swans,
Rosa Yemen,
The Dave Clark Five,
Matthew Bourne,
The Residents,
Mr. Review,
Mad Mike,
The Associates,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.